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Heaven 17 - Here But I'm Gone lyrics
(Hook)
 How can I get so far gone
 When can I move on
 Dreading a world that'll never go on
 If I took the time replace
 Only mine erased
 'Cause I feel as if I'm here but I'm gone
 (Mr. Doctor)
 I heard a lil' tale about to children sittin on the kitchen floor
 They eatin mayonaise out the jar and they moms out smokin dope on the stroll
 Man, you believe this
 Life is complete for them
 And it ain't no emotions, only instinct
 And that's how they'll be raised by the streets
 A boy and a girl
 Just up the boulevard from your world
 Oh it ain't all gravy where you at
 'Cause that's where he gon' go to jack
 Catch his first case at, become a disgrace at
 But not in this world up the boulevard
 I'ma see to hit that liquor, starts so easily
 The difference people in my life are dyin and I see this
 My question is, to what lengths do we go so that they live
 'Cause I'ma reach this
 My locc's mean everythang to me, life is an odysea
 But sometimes, you don't step up and take the reigns
 Man, the world'll play you cheap, should I ride
(Hook)
 (Slim Loc)
 I'm picturin kids cryin, a head firin up dope over the stoveHeaven 17 - Here But I'm Gone - http://motolyrics.com/heaven-17/here-but-im-gone-lyrics.html
 Family car gettin repot because they couldn't cover the note
 Nobody knows what's to eat because there's no groceries
 And the baby suffers from a rash 'cause he hasn't been changed in over a week
 The oldest keeps things together, by scramblin up some powdered eggs
 She's only 5, so why her mom can't keep them pimps from out her face
 How could they rape in that arrestin
 The mother won't admit, but she's molested, diseased and infested
 With wing worms, both of her legs covered with ring burns
 She cleans up, but whoever heard of some clean germs
 I seen the, hurt in her mama's eyes, she tramatized
 Been beat up, ever since her father died, no harmonize
(Hook)
 (Mr. Doctor)
 It's hard for me to talk about the good things in my life
 With all the things I did for stripes
 And the way I made my gramps and my mama cry
 This life is real, and I ain't got time to care about you
 Just sell smack to you, and sell crack to you, and sell a sack to you
 Never give back to you, unless you know me and you owe me
 And never worry about your dreams, that's you the bigga the lil' homie
 Here to corrupt you for sho', like my pops did and he did it wrong
 Now he lost everything he owned and he lost everyone he knows
 Here to corrupt you fo' sho'
 Like a ??? showin you the ropes
 And introduce you to all kinds of good stuff like alcohol and weed smoke
 And dice games, take you to places you may die
 And the whole time we rollin, I'ma say, man, this the real way to survive
 Understand this
(Hook)








