M.I.A. (Album Ver.)

Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop, 'cause the price is your life I once knew a cat back in the BC projects, used to Always tell me that home is where the heart is He struggled to keep his life out the gutter the way he promised To his mom, his friends, n' later to a higher profit, but God wasn't listenin', someone else heard is predicament A single mom workin' 2 jobs who could barely pay the rent His dad took off, his brother died in an accident He started driftin' away from all his closest friends You better believe when opportunity came a'knockin' That he'd jump to any measure for a fully packed wallet Ended up robbin' houses n' cars for a quick dollar Wasn't long before he fucked up, he got collared Did some time n' got out with a new perspective For about a week, then it was back to the main objective, found that Slingin' drugs earned em' a fat buck But after a while, even that wasn't enough He started shootin' up Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop, 'cause the price is your life So he packed his bags n' left in a fit Called his mom a bitch n' then said, "thanks for nothin'!" Crashin' on couches and in his car slummin' But he had a demon inside and he couldn't outrun it Went back to hustlin' n' walkin' the streets When everyone turned away is when the voices started to creep It turned him into a desperate fiend With no remorse, only a heart once good now shadowed in greed He was my boy, a long time homie Haven't seen him in years like he don't know me Heard he went missin' n' no one has a clue No note or trail or sign behind of him comin' back through Shit didn't even make the news, hardly anyone knew Or gave two shits like, "who the f*ck is this dude?" Now he's a ghost, a story with a bitter tune Ya'll be careful 'cause it's true n' it can happen to you Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop, 'cause the price is your life I'm not quite sure how to part from this I was never good at taking losses, it cost us Everything to see you so low You tried to touch the grace of God Well, you knocked on the wrong door That pressure on your back was the wait of the world You saw responsibility n' thought you'd give it a whirl Twirled, drownin' as your downward spiral unfurled Still you tried your hardest just to raise your little girl Gotta be a man, gotta make that bread Bills pilin' up, workin' yourself to death, that stress Kept messin' with you, have you second guessin' Whether or not tomorrow was worth takin' another breath in Then you found a vice off some bad advice You wanna relax? Just pop a couple Viccs But it didn't stop there, you started fuckin' with that harder shit N' honestly man, I wanted no part of it Watchin' you blitzed off that pump had me fucked up That sad, blank expression tellin' me you shot up A lot of your potential faded with your mental Clashin' with the drugs in your system Makin' you react in, ways that were never like you, bro I wanted the old you back, but where did he go? If you come acrossed em', let me know Boy's been MIA since 2010, October 24