Pancho Zuluu - IMAGINE

Imagine all the doors you open
Had close on you
Imagine all your ride or die's
Had fold on you
All the bitches you given dick
Had told on you
All the family that you trusted
Now stole from you
Imagine putting niggas on and they
Stunt on you
Get jam doing a stretch cuz
Wthout no food
Imagine putting bitches on
And they fucked on you
Niggas hate smiling your face
But you just play cool
Imagine never drop a tear
When your mama die
See your father beat your mother
Tell your mother don't cry
Holding your daughter at 3 pounds
Because she's a preemie baby
Anti abuse the liquor to now
I became a drinker
Imagine being 11 saying goodbye
To a pale face
Bro said mamma he hit me with the
About face
Imagine your old man put in work
And they turned on him
Money power respect all that I'll learn
From them
Shit is wicked
Just buckle down nigga
Take a ride wit me
Imagine really being born in the gutter
Nigga the dirt
The nasty to slum jamaica where i'm from
Imagine seeing bodies on bodies
On your way to school
I'm starving eating fruits
Because an eight no food
The same ones count you out
At your doorstep
Saying my mama kids was no good
They y'all wat left
My own family left me for dead
Karma a damn bitch
Seems like we do only one up
And we deserve it
Imagine your mom side of the family never checked on you
My granny know her daughter die
And her kids vulnerable
Imagine no one never ask you are right it's ok
I'll be right here if you need me
Just a call away

Written by:
JERMAINE BOWEN

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