Letra Confession (interlude) Flame

Confession (interlude)

Turn me up in the headphones a little, I want everybody to
hear this shit

Chorus

This is my confession, you can take time to listen or turn
your back on me, but this my confession, the life of a
troubled child who grew up to be a gangster, look at me now

Game

How the fuck would you feel if you had to share every meal,
every night with your foster brothers and sisters, I think
about my mom and I missed her, nights after watching the
A-Team when I kissed her. I used to want to be Mr. T or
Murdoc, which one was it uhhh, than I heard shots, it was
coming from a 133rd block, where them Westside piru niggas
birds pop, and the crips ain't far way you got nothing block
gray streets in the PJ's when niggas 15 years old with
beards like freeway and you can die over he say and she say.
Like your cousin told my brothers baby mama that game did
started that drama in the projects, yeah the same one thatthey said carmello got robbed at, but I talked to him he
said it didn't happen, nigga you play ball, I be the rapper.
I don't give a fuck about nba ass niggas (fuck em') anyway
nigga, I aint make it nigga I play ball, nigga im jealous
nigga. You don't play for the lakers anyway.

Chorus

Lil' Eazy

Everybody wanna know about eazys son, till I raise my white
tee and they seen this gun, yeah the second coming of a
nigga with a attitude out of compton, a 100 miles miles and
running, kelly park to the rucker they don't like me to fuck
em', the shit in my blood so ima die a hustler, its nothing,
when we ride through your hood busting that 6-4 impala that
some color as mustard, eric wright junior, nigga the shoe
fit, never thought I be in new york fuckin' with whookid,
you niggas is stupid, homie I'm the blueprint, blue chucks
on me walking a blue pit, 7: 45 same blue tint, the diary of
a mad man, heres my two cents, I stared in my pops eyes when
he was in his last days, how he go from bronchitis and die
from aids, fuck that