R.A.M - Gang or Brethren

Red and blue are the colors
Get cracked right won't recover
You ain't talk right on the come-up
Better sit tight you outnumbered
We'll spin back with the gunner
That's your girl we all done her
Don't tell me that you love her
Stay with the gang no brothers
No top man not a father figure
Just a lost soul trynna reconsider
What's the reason we continue pulling triggers
On another brother trynna make a living
We cold killing and some dope dealing
Ain't no healing just more bleeding
Ain't no feelings just more screaming
No more breathing need more meaning to this life
Making a bag it will not suffice
I never had a real reason why
Still talking crazy bout me if you ever doubt me
Then you probably misjudging my life
Thinking I do what I do for the hell of it
My life I'm selling it all for a price
That ain't your wife she just there for the benefits
Living so separate put up a fight
Bout you being backed up
Yelling "Get your racks up"
Don't work just get act up
While your felonies just stack up
Applying pressure now you both cuffed up
Doing time for the shiny things
And the only thing that she lift her finger for
Is if you placing a diamond ring
But in this life it's just more than green
Pull out a knife it's war I seen
We've never been born till you look to the lord
Cause we killing them boys and we flee the scene
Said what I said and I said what I mean
You ain't my girl if you play for the team
If you on the receiving end know we beating heads
And you might get caught with a beam
And it's a pleasure teaching like a preacher I'm giving a lesson
Don't go out feeling measured just remember
How all of them demons pressure and your life will be gone in a
(Second)
I'm a knight from the dark and I'm seeking vengeance
All the sins in the world better seek repentance
I'm aware of what is and what isn't heaven
I'm aware of the gang and who isn't brethren
Red and blue are the colors
Get cracked right won't recover
You ain't talk right on the come-up
Better sit tight you outnumbered
We'll spin back with the gunner
That's your girl we all done her
Don't tell me that you love her
Stay with the gang no brothers

Written by:
Roen Marin

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