youth.
• Written by PRIIZMA
Walkin’ down the street,
Wonderin’, wanderin’, lookin’ for the truth.
Lookin’ up and lookin’ down,
Can’t see the forest for the trees in my youth.
The streets are never clean,
No way to make the green,
You go under the table,
Just to make in on the scene.
I try to pull and push,
Until my pocket’s flush,
Doin’ trick after trick,
I just wanna’ be cush.
Momma’ was a trick,
Daddy was a treat,
Yellin’ and fighting hard,
He didn’t care about me.
But you won’t see me cry,
No, you won’t see me snitch,
Ain’t no time for the drama,
Cuz’ I just wanna’ get rich.
Chorus
Walkin’ down the street,
Wonderin’, wanderin’, lookin’ for the truth.
Lookin’ up and lookin’ down,
Can’t see the forest for the trees in my youth.
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PRIIZMA
Member since April 8 2016