F-T-M - Living On The Front Line lyrics

Living On The Front Line

[ Verse 1 ]

We all felons in this world ya gotta know

I remember my crimes from the every single day

We surfing on the line expecting tha reborn day

Sometimes I just wane get on my knees young G

Put the gun to the head

Be on the way to get free

Seen my brothers go burry in the cemetery

Even if I do die

I go to remember as legendary

Thiz shit gone real scary

All I got in this life is necessary

the blink of the eyez sharper then knife

When I close my eyez I see the dead in one pack

If I go to my coffin then dress it red and black

The cops opening fire

so we're back to retires

The drink-out off our blood like coldly vampires

Bury me to ash if I die let the soul go saved

Throw it in the ocean free cached by the wave

I do what I gotta do to survive in 2-K-5

Only time we known

when we hit clock fly to the sky

I wonder if the lord still cares ‘bout uz

who can we blame?

Lil' babies go crazy

The neighbourhoods ain't the same

They all suffering from the lame

Parts of the rules

The shit got remade the shit of today go insane

It's like we got trapped in the world full of pain

We keep on struggle without find no pieces of gain

[ Verse 2 ]

Besides thru all of that

Am I not giving it up in the hood?

Cuz everything itz all good when I going back

The feeling love reached the top never so strong

And who am I to say

what's right and what's wrong

My thugz is home I'm no longer alone

Brotha its soon my time to go am I welcome?

Grandmama is the only one the outsiders has

They got kick-out on the sidewalk

without cash

Running the streets in the nightlight like the thieves

Forced to take orders from the higher chiefs

Violent is the way to freedom for an outlaw

Livin' in another game

With other rulez and lawz

Mama I think itz better for you to come inside

Cuz the loved community we once had has died

For how long do I gotta fight until I get free

Will I ever get the chance to be me in thiz tragedy?

The O.G's

Iz who the younger follow

Searchin' for better tomorrow now they sallow

They on everyday battle with the punk police

They ain't got any opportunity

Fight or go freeze

The rules of an outlaw is worth to remember

Shoot or get shot

Bloody streetz of December

But in this life I lead until I die form my bleeds

Got feed with poison and violent since I was a seed