Sevin - Heathinz Tearz (Real Talk) lyrics

[Intro] Uh, Yeah, Speak for my people That's the only way I know how [Verse 1] I was born into a cold world that became hot I shed tears for my dead peers like rain drops Same spot infested wit 'cain rock So many po-po, I used to think on the lo lo they was usin my block to train cops Hoppin outta crown victoria's hang Glocks Hounds sniff the dank spot, So many homies became locked If you got anything less than 10 friends up in the pen, Then we ain't from the same block Dog, We can't starve so we can't stop Can't ball, So we can't cop Ain't large, So we can't drop We hang hard in the yard wit gats puffin cigars sippin 'ac wit tats and tank tops Are we the same? I think not If you got time to sleep, Then our lives They ain't linked to the same clock Cause where I'm from, It's a pain pot Of slugs'll rip through ya ribs and lungs Shoot out ya back Hit somebody's infant son, Then you collapse from the same shot And after that, n***as still ain't shocked d**h is the rerun my network televised They said I have the face of an angel but wit hellish eyes We seen arms get torn from torsos Disconnected by gauge slugs Still are expected to stay thug Marks keep snitches on the phone stay bugged First time I made love was wit a trey snub This heinous livin be paintin visions until insane we driven To escape to the gate of these mary jane emissions Now I'm standin over caskets, Dang i miss em And every time that I'm rappin, I wonder can he listen? Cause the fact that I'm dead in my own mind Got me thinkin of puttin lead in the head of my own kind I know I need to make choice, But what's the options? All I hear is satan's voice and it says pop em [Chorus 2x: Sevin] They wonder, What's the reason for my tears We dyin when I'm cryin, I'm just grievin for my peers They ask me, Why so often I cry here I can't beat the coffin, I do not wanna die here [Verse 2] And I let the tip of my pen bleed For the children who can't leave They beat my little homie to d**h wit a 10 speed I was just a freshmen wit prostitute peers My best friend sold rock and got locked up for years Dog, We've lost many, But we still feel immortal 6 feet beneath sea level with no snorkel I'm sittin on the porch puttin a torch to ports Wit a gauge leanin off my cutoff shorts like it's normal We torn souls, And we don't mourn foes 1 shot can Orville Redenbach' ya cornrolls They keep tellin me there's a way out Yeah, I'm well aware of that Look, Over there's a cat laid out He should've duck when the hollow rut sprayed out Buck, Buck, Click clack, Buck, Buck, Buck, It never plays out It's like somebody looped the gat instrumental Sometimes it's so bad, that I can rap to the tempo Broken gla**, Tear gas through the window Constantly hara**ed cause we give out no info So what you in fo'? Life in the pen, Bro? Grabbin my pen, Slow writin my kinfolk Lettin em know that it's hell so don't come Cause I bell where the k**as dwell wit no gun Cause d**h's more gruesome here Get stabbed in the neck wit a toothbrush or through the ear And revenge keeps me company They don't really want me free I'm k**ing anything for everything that was done to me Even my mom could get stuck in the gut for What she allowed her baby son to see Cause I was too young to know that she was ho'ing and sniffin blow, dog I used to think her hair was snowing She taught me to beg from no one, So I took it You're right ma, I'm just like pops was - livin' [Chorus: Sevin] {2X} [Verse 3: Sevin] I roll wit true kings Who disregarded they hoop dreams They used to do things Like shoot n***as over they shoestrings Kept a p-90 in the line of the blue jeans And moved cream to more than a few fiends Daily grind since '89 Out of state plates wit powder cake and a baby .9 It's k**afornia Bangas is wildin Have a child long before a diploma Ya slip, They trip on ya Outta town, ya outta bounds, Get found Drowned or by the hounds Either way, You in a gown Wit the coroners and if it's beef they ain't discreet They on yo street, lickin' rounds to inform ya There's no safe haven, Place cravin The grave men from the cracks of the earth like cavemen Behavin, Like apes and gorillas Kick in the door of yo villa fo scrilla some cold k**as And don't never cross game on a true one, It's hostile They'll be waitin outside of the hospital Wit more than a few guns Buck on ya new son Let the mack 11 rounds touch on his new lungs I spit this cause I've witnessed n***as get lifted So don't risk it, The game is a shifty mistress She vicious, Promises riches, Then switches And puts you on the tip of the hit-list [Chorus: Sevin] {2X}