Andre Nickatina - That Pt. 2 lyrics

(Equipto) I remember he told me... calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down Ya, God forgets my soul when I'm doing bad the pain I'm feelin when living life too fast so calm down were the words that I heard last my ear drums are still numb from the first blast I couldn't turn back past the grave into my head for the dead putting ash in graves and I smoke with the spirit so feel me rise over the clouds for now up until we die, it's like that I set off through the star spangled looking for a light to guide me to an angel gotta be smart and hide behind all the answers when everythings dark my heart is full of anger (Nikatina) I rather be a bull for a day than a goat forever my life is a joke so whatever man prime time reason and rhyme, you know the rhyme be the reason sling shots and Chuck Taylors, it's the season there is no state of the art or no special effects it's just money, politics, and these projects can you imagine yo a playboy thats kickin it live but in his own damn mind yo hes doin time now thats deeper than the craters on the moon crushin up weed in the back dressing room I hate to be greedy but I love to be greedy hope the little guy love me but dont be me I do it like a gene, blaze in a beenie life time contract and no you cant free me, Queezy (Equipto) ya we live and die it's all for the cash flow dont give replies, I'm high and we act cold i dont know why I couldnt explain lost focus of the love in the innocent way, live for the day hey I'ma escape to the music, to try to make up for all the wrong that I'm doin I swear I know better, but so far gone and no gaurd hear the cry out in every song it's upon everybody through moods of stars rise and fall im there with my open arms (Nikatina) man it's such a rush that I get when the money is spent, and all the dope is lit, man this is how I repent, I keep a devils eye on tigas that spit the gift and is it true in the after; like the souls adrift? thats kamakazi logic, man the ghetto is the topic you trying to cop it, you gotta sell it then you drop it it's like its hot cause if its not then the plot starts to thicken I'm sorry but moneys a religion, fly like a pigeon man whats your decision? the homies is waiting in the Fillmoe division rap life living, fast cars driven, it's something like prison but this is how we listen, listen go ahead and bounce homie... get up outta here... get up outta here... it's like that... it's like that... it's like that... it's like that...