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Twenty One Years Lyrics - Singles - Choclair

21 years of my lifetime (4x) 

 

21 years 

Choclair's in the house (21 years in my lifetime) 

Ill B 

Uh (like that) 

You need to recognize 

 

21 years of pure bullshit 

It makes me wanna bang my head on the walls 

And do some shit like all straight swarms in the malls 

Mentality, it's not where it should be 

When you see red and white lights break the night skies 

Reflection of a mad man in the tear 

Not another brother dies, another in handcuffs 

Mothers knees start to buckle up 

And fall when they see their child outlined in chalk 

Silence broken by shots or screams from knives cuttin through your flesh 

Cold steal interrupting blood streams 

The ponds are grim, but they froze if do it right or bring your luxury 

Man for real, it makes me wanna run the drug deal 

I'm sick of all this loose change, pennies, nickels, and dimes 

My pocket wants the bills, every day flat meals 

Fuck this lifetime, struggling needs, stretch a dollar like a pack of Ramseys 

It's all that you can see, that you can be something when you had nothing 

Frontin just to be down, but only gettin clowned by your peers 

That swat fights happened at Nathan's Square every year 

Understand I 

Never seen my dad since grade 9 

Maybe years before or after I don't know 

But I know that time flies 

So I just rely on my family 

My mother and brothers, and my boys is the first before these others 

And try to be strong through the hard times 

And tough times, my heart dies every time my mom cries 

 

CHORUS: (2x) ("21 years of my lifetime" repeats through chorus) 

 

All my life I kept my eyes on the prize 

But every time I reached for the prize it demised 

I wonder what's going on, but I gots to move 

I gotta keep my head and I gotta stay strong 

 

I look up in the air to see blue skies but grey clouds 

They all the same, it always rain 

Leavin on my face tear stains 

I try to cover the worry and sad 

Sittin there reminiscing on my dad 

And shit we never had 

And g's for some lead 

I repeat to my boys cause I love you all truly 

But people nowadays be acting unruly 

So I live for now without forgettin the past 

Cause I never know what time's left in my life glass 

I surpassed through Oz 

Not coming home in bullet wounds or in some squad cars 

But what shit is this the repetoir 

We all went to war, 45 non-stressed 

Screwdriver's in the car 

Situation's deep, juvenile influenced by veterans up in the street 

Biz, now these street kids 

Addicted to the game, unmarked cars and plain clothes roaming the terrain 

(In front ofclub blood stains) 

A mark of an assassin 

Livin up and no wage 

But all the latest fashion 

Custom made links and shit 

This is my pysche 

Now could this be, out of poverty 

Is this where fate wanted me to be 

My thoughts out of control 

Leavin stress on my mind (oh) 

The point of no return 

All my Richmond niggas know the steelo 

 

CHORUS (2x) 

 

I walk into the future on a narrow path 

But every step I take it gives me flashbacks upon the past 

Like the part I got stabbed 

Andguns to my brain, man this life is insane 

Sometimes I wish I was addicted to Novacane 

Cause leave the pain away, fade away, take my soul away 

See another day 

Dwellin upstairs with my grandma and grandpa 

Cross my heart, racin like I would be testin stamina 

And everywhere I look I'm seein white picket finces 

But reality I'll only see my boys gettin sentenced 

That's what I'm seein all around 

So fuck the picket fences 

All I see is elevators goin down 

But discouraged, nah 

I know where I wanna be 

Just smilin, strong like the island 

Cruisin on the ave in the black cad 

And with the sound press on the prodigy 

Minus DJs and the H-I-double L-T 

O-to the P 

Understand me 

Parents leave a child stranded 

So they grew up and to be bandits 

I can't manifest Richmond Crew 

All paranormal, to my peoples God bless 

 

21 years of my lifetime 

Are you remember?


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