The S.O.N. Songtext

von South Park Mexican

I will charge you like batteries
Fill you up with something that ain't got no calories
I take half a Key and flip it like a pancake

An alcoholic you can tell 'cause my hands shake
My brain half baked and my heart frozen stiff
My chosen gift got pushed off a ocean cliff
My dealin' styles put a nigga in a roomy house
Time past nigga look where they put me now
I'll be home soon, lemme do these thousand months
Then pick me up in a limo filled up of crown and blunts

All my life it was struggle and trouble

She was missin on my house like a discovery shuttle
Is it hope for 'los, man I just can't call it
Doin push-ups in my cell with my homie mohammed
He a muslim, I'm a christian but it makes no difference
Neither one of us will get a fuckin' thing for christmas
(main chorse)

The dreams that I had fell apart with time
On the corner posted up like the march of dimes

When I start to rhyme, people start to listen
South Park where you ain't too smart for prison
Got a heartless vision, it's a heart condition
Pull a gun of a one, let it spark and twist em

My apartments isn't just your average place
You can walk to the laundromat and catch a case
Be last in placeanother ghetto kid
And then hit one lick and buy a benzo 6
It's a crazy spot, and everyday it's hot
Where the pimps gettin payed, where it's ladies not

Where the daughters are dying, and the mommas are crying
Where the sons and the S.O.N. facing all this time
And the bottom line is you can slip just once and face about a thousand and fifteen months
(main chorse)

This is my truth, I apologize if it's wrong
I was raised two blocks from an all day corner
Born in the storm I'm the Son of Norma
Don't cry when I'm gone, just get high to my song, This is my truth
I apologize if it's wrong, I was raised two blocks from an all day corner
I for got my dads name but my moms is NORMA
Has your car antenna ever disappeared in the night
He wasn't tryna be mean
He just needed a pipe
One thing about a dope fiend
They always chasing, that high that will never satisfy the craving
Nobody will save em, gotta pray for help
But where's hope when they don't wanna save themselves
All the money was filght
And the feelings were guilty, why the fuck you think I drank until it almost killed me, the real they feel me
And the rest of em love it
I guess the life of a 'G' is an interesting subject
And I'm like fuck that
I just rap how I live it, I'm the king of Houston
A lot of niggas hate to admit it, I bust first no questions
Fuck with blacks and mexicans
Some real white boys that will kill like is Korean, and rapped in Indians
I give a fuck about race, I let real niggas in
(main chorse)