Date Posted:13:40:21 03/30/13 Sat Author:Vice Verser Subject: Staring Into the Sun
Verse: 1
I'm staring into the sun with my hands on a gun
If you don't know my name just call me The One
I might be on the run but I could be in a bind
Money in my pocket and my knowledge on my mind
Shining like a star with my heart in eevry bar
Real power doesn't come from a diamond or a car
It's the life we know and they sayin' it's killa season
People turned they backs on me, you can call it high-treason
Retaliation's a must, my enemies die bleeding
If you go against the crew dawg, you gotta take a beating
I go hard on a beat and spit witta vengeance
That sugar in ya tank's gonan ruin the engine
Attempting to cop a Bentley and live like the rich folk
Haters talk slick, I reload and let the clips go
Jab 'em like Klitzscho, thugging 'til I get known
Get ya wings clipped if you coming for this throne
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Chorus:
I wrote this on a rainy day looking for the sunlight
I'ma warrior-king so I gotta hold my gun tight
I'll do it myself 'cause I wanna get it done right
Surrounded by death but somehow I love life
