Pushin my baby on the swing each one way, Bullets passing the wind not punching me and my baby. But the fools be running like they could outrun fate.
They can't escape the crosshairs of ill-prepared revenge. Cadavers hit the floor blood outlines that turn white after they felled.
I kept pushing my youth, hoping she'd grow to an age where she could push her own.
But every day I playing Russian roulette with her swinging, me pushing her further so that she's higher than the gunshots
as they always hitting lower.
Today I was pushing her, she in her nikes, swinging her higher than death could catch her tight grip...
But my neighbor she hanging low, catching two unfollowed friend requests flying through the air, one in the thigh, one between the thoughts,
I kept pushing as her shadow swallowed by her folding on the floor, her baby swinging slower but still alive.
Blue took her to her daddy, hope they find out who they are as she had more than one by another man...
I m still here pushing my baby on a silent playground. No one comes here, that's good for me. pushing her low as there isn't a problem of drive-bye byes... No more *******, no one to ****. There is just me and my baby pushing..
Come on baby its time to go home, the road is white, and we aren't going to our usual place...
R.I.P to those who never didn't do nothing.
Another drive-by, grills smiling as flashes greeting shaded window frames, hanging low.