B.L.U.T.E. - Flatline (Nightmare)

Where my homeboy heartbeat at I can't feel shit
People mad at me thinking that I lost my grip
My bro was my brother and I meant that shit
Now he gone and somebody gotta pay for this
Momma told me my friends all stepstones
My brother lay dead with his chest gone
Then I wake up from a dream and I think about everything
I can't let it happen in my head wrong
Young nigga now he violent on the top side
Wasn't ready for the life but I had time
Momma didn't even know that I had it on the low
In my opinion I turned out just fine
Now niggas mad that I go ape shit
I want peace but for that, I gotta take it
Make yo eyes roll back
Last thing he heard blat
Now niggas wanna love on that fake shit
No nigga I ain't have no love
Momma gone
Hood cold
So it fit like gloves
Cried at first hit
Second hit I lost my lungs
Then I hit them with a sleeper
Now he all laid up
His momma crying
But I still smile at her
I'm dreaming that I'm covered his brain matter
I'm nine one nine
It'll settle after
Eyes now stuck red from the crying factor
I was a good kid stuck up in a mad city
bad guys round corners kept my mind busy
Momma wanted me to stay up in the house
Be as quiet as a mouse
Now trouble had a problem with me
I ain't really wanna be violent
Momma made sure my school private
But the violence back home had a hold on the low
And the rage in my mind won't go silence
Now I'm older
Them dreams got me stone-cold sober
I just got lucky that OG ain't touch me or I'd be one dead ass soldier
Niggas lie in they raps
Claiming they carry straps
Know nothing bout locking that shoulder
I was close to that but then I found rap
Now I'm here and I do what I'm supposed to
Young nigga ain't surprised by the gang life
Been around it taught about it and it ain't right
But my homie dead by my brother's homie
So I guess after all we ain't turn out just fine
I'm surprised everybody on gang shit
Anime and hand grenades became basic
Every nigga was a nerd till a nigga heard the word
Now he gotta go up it on they shit
This a story of a nigga still hurting
But another niggas life ain't worth it
And I'm still thanking my moms though she was always gone
She made sure that my coffin not too big
Everybody wanna go act crazy
Mommas crying laying hands on they babies
But the streets don't care
Everyone be scared
And there's cracks in the streets like the 80s

Written by:
Ashden Hayden

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