Open Woundz

Still in touch with them sidewalks but most the time
 Block to block my ride squats, I'm supposed to find
 A way up out these streets but the Yoc keeps callin' my name
 F*ck the money and the fame if suckaz want me to change
 Cause I only know how to act one way
 Ready for the gunplay, Monday thru Sunday
 Many open woundz that still haven't healed, my life is filled with
 Eventually people I have to kill I shall deal with
 Just let me get this mil ticket, so I could do this dirt
 Then hit the block and still kick it, leave many mothers hurt
 Their boys didn't make the cut,
 They should have raised their sons to keep their f*ckin' mouth shut
 Them tears, I could give a f*ck
 For years I've been feelin' f*cked in the game
 Since sixteen I've kept a pistol tucked within' range
 F*cked in the brain in more ways than one
 I reminisce back to the days when I could taste the blunt
 When we would blaze our guns down at the tracks and practice
 Shootin' wild rabbits, police could never catch us
 Northside rivertown, highway 4 to second street
 Is the area of the Yoc that infected me
 These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they'll never heal
 They turn material witness just to catch a better deal
 They'll never find your body do to decomposer
 Your death gettin closer cuz Wood need some closure
 These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they'll never heal
 They turn material witness just to catch a better deal
 They'll never find your body do to decomposer
 Your death is gettin' closer cuz Los need some closure