Dwane M. Weir II - Your Mother's Other Son lyrics

"Uncle 'Sweet' can you tell me a bedtime story please" [Verse 1] When I die, leave a 40 in my casket Bill it to my k**er Tell 'em that the kid was asking Never saw his face But I recognized his accent 44th of May, f**ing man youth action Never thought that life will tip and turn enough to touch us But the truth is life does Usually gets the best of you Grab you by your testicles Wrap around your neck until Straight bullets turn your goons into vegetables Looking around my homies like Damn! who' the next of us? Got the Benadon on my own For the best of us Funny thing 'bout is while I'm expecting to Blow like the flow of the breeze Is like the rest of room then falls Life in itself is just a testament to What we know in this life is just a blessing to What we learn in this life are just lessons I'm caught up in the mix I guess I'll make the best of it [Chorus] We watch clouds Flow corners and dark cops They could've caught us If they want to hear it now When your bullet shot Set the stove in the spot Like there's no flame rush Trying to get into the block But the block don't stop [Verse 2] When I die tell my sister that I'll miss her Remember me from flixster from when we were both kids in the picture You payed princess I played slickster Ain't sh** changed since then Most kids skipping Sunday school But we the ones that listen Preacher preachin' 'bout the scriptures All that's good to evil both sides fitting the description in this mixture I don't get them The pain that I inflicted Although not what I intended My condolences I send it If I said it once I meant it The lost sight on this road From the moment I got in it But it's all I ever known That's how I learned to grow up in it You learn to stand alone Beside the sinners and the cynics Before your flag gets thrown above the jinksters and the critics And only time will tell Just what it takes to turn to win it But when time 'n turn is gone at least that I can say "I've been it" Far were one across the finish like halfway hangin' pitty pain the picture perfect image to this truthness that I'm spittin' [Chorus] We watch clouds Flow corners and dark cops They could've caught us If they want to hear it now When your bullet shot Set the stove in the spot Like there's no flame rush Trying to get into the block But the block don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop But the block don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop But the block don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop