Life Is Short

All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's +Family Ties+ 'cause it'll make a family cry, why A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate Well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snap And they couln't get me off a kid 'cause he sold my mom's crack In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms Crack addiction 'cause I was way beyond that but I face facts I got busted over the left side of my face my face back But I had to fix that [Chorus: x2] Life is short, time flies It ain't our fault, blames aside It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes It's just the way we live or die My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap 'cause My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks My mom still here but she'll die in a few months That's real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer I hope y'all felling this 'cause I ain't supposed to be telling y'all this shit Like I ain't supposed to be selling y'all this shit but this is real life Like I ain't supposed to be crying over this shit but I still mind Shit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold on Till the hole in my 44 long I'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on Sometimes my head gone And I don't give my pops props 'cause he was dead wrong Pops was up, you know what, I don't give a fuck The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts [Chorus] [Verse 3] But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight It makes me want to fight but I get it off when I write So these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes They said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds It gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those Sometimes I feel like walking with a mean bout Busting till I see cops snowing till I see slot Throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge Till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop Probation got me on a detox, so when I die, bury me next to the weed crops So when I'm in heaven I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big L Aaliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya --- Life Is Short - Drag-On