Young G II

　

my daddy was a son of a married to an evil witch

long time ago let the truth be told my family was my dynasty

as a young G painting the town in my new Mustang with my girl

crossing the street and a blast a freek hit my ass

broken down falling apart at the seams such an evil scheme

my mother was a whore selling her junk in the trunk behind the liquor store

you know I had it rough this is so true but what was i to do

a loaded plate of fries down at Denny's i was broke living on pennys

still its the bounce of the ounce to the tower of power have to take a cold shower

although those many years have passed still have a god reason to grasp

poetry with music is my thing gets to start that new style swing

got vibrations in anticipation as I break it all down hanging my head as a clown

masturbation, apathy & solace

　

time has a way to deal with the pain leaving some suckers insane

say you want to be me in a society that never lets things be see you on the flip side squeeze

bury me in the sea of tranquility cause in tine you'll see a good enough reason to be

a big explosion inside yet we want to run away in hide from the frenzy

today we got politicians that no it all they need to talk to the wall

Now the Young G is full grown in his prime created by a higher powers great design

he made it through it all some high yet deep inside he got pain he cannot hide

come along for the ride