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ou aint ever seen a drop top Sitting on 14" chrome McLeans Them Reds had'em pop up Laying down low till he turned that key Had a homie with a drop shop He cut the '65 down to the street Now we out to the hot spot Turning on three legs With them brand new feet You aint got a long way to go To be living under roses like those etched on the back window I was only fourteen Homies had them old bent hangers on the stove Everybody sipping Old E Everybody getting burnt by their anger to the bone cint nobody got a sure thing Till they brand their skin to prove they loyal cnd now they got a sure thing They aint ever had a king to prove they royal Royal Give up to give in We lived in the same system Decisions aint living the same Within us we live up to different things The gift of the pain The gift of the pain Give up to give in We lived in the same system Decisions aint living the same Within us we live up to different things The gift of the pain The gift of the pain You aint got a long way to go To be living under roses like those etched on the back window I became a poet Took it all by sight and turned into something I became a poet But I aint the type that you should ever fuck with I was in my note book While the homie did time for crimes committed These are the roads we took Had to shoot our shots cint none of us missed it Give up to give in We lived in the same system Decisions aint living the same Within us we live up to different things You lit up a place where the children were playing Give up to give in We lived in the same system Decisions aint living the same Within us we live up to different things You lit up a place where the children were playing You aint got a long way to go To be living under roses like those etched on the back window In the back window Better back up slow Cus it won't be long 'till you in that web with a black widow With a black widow Better back up slow Cus it won't be long 'till you in that web with a black widow With a black widow I've been living out in Paris I got a little boy and he just turned three My words have carried me To buying him eclairs at a boulangerie He's pointing at a chariot Some cmerican muscle out there in the street Got nothing to compare it with Cus we're just too damn far from the heat Give up to give in cin't living the same system Decisions I give him a name Within us we live up to similar things The gift of the pain Gift of the pain Give up to give in cin't living the same system Decisions I give him a name Within us we live up to similar things The gift of the pain Gift of the pain You aint got a long way to go To be living under roses like those etched on the back window You aint ever seen a drop top Sitting on 14" chrome McLeans Them Reds had'em pop up Laying down low till he turned that key