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Searchin Lyrics - Singles - Freddie Foxxx

[verse 1] 

As a child I felt lonely and helpless 

Low cash from a neighborhood wealthless 

I'll stick a wino, and rob him for his last penny 

Happy days around my way we didn't find many 

Momma said that I was outta line talkin smack 

Extension cords to this young nigga's black back 

A juvenile, thirteen, now I'm locked up 

Scared to cry, I don't wanna get fucked up 

Fifty push ups a strain on my young chest 

I paint the pictures that I pose for a sleeveless 

I see my momma only supervised when she cry 

She said my baby brother's comin he ain't far behind 

Somebody tell me how I ended up like this 

I wait for God to give me strength, i'ma fight this 

I refuse to bend down 'cause I'm young and wild 

Do or die that's this young nigga's rough style 

They'll never find me 

 

Chorus: 

Searchin to find me [4x] 

My soul will be free before they find me 

 

[verse 2] 

I hit the street full grown, momma's gone now 

Had a heart attack I'm living on my own now 

My black boots and my state green all I own 

And a burning desire for a microphone 

I see my little man tiah bless me wit a burner 

Any coincidence I'm feeling like nat turner 

Twenty stick ups in thirty days they see me comin 

Everybody on the block duck and start runnin 

A old lady told me baby boy calm down 

But like in vietnam war I got to bomb now 

My cash was up a little somethin, somethin, takin shake 

I blasted reddie at the weedgate and took his papes 

'cause I done came a long way, in a short time 

And I'm willing to die tryin to get mine 

Alotta niggas think I'm cool wit 'em, guess what 

Them niggas in for a shock 'cause I'm fucked up 

You'll never find me 

 

Chorus 

 

[verse 3] 

I got a little crew now I'm selling weight 

White mickeyed out navigator, tight straight 

I got the butter soft seats watch a video 

Stag a lee, everybody in the city knows 

I make my rounds and I'm checkin how my work's moving 

Shit is picking up nice, life is improving 

I got the baddest bird in brooklyn, she six months 

She keep a eye on my whole house, my youngsters 

I got my honey on the side she don't know about 

I'm on my way to see her now, I'm a blow her out 

I pull up to see her standing in the door waiting 

Shorty fine like a porn star masturbating 

She said, "daddy are you hungry, would you like to eat 

Would you let me rub your back, can I kiss your feet" 

I told her, "baby make the bed 'cause I need rest" 

She sucked me down until I fell asleep, God bless 

I see my momma with my eyes closed, kinda strange 

Time to wake up and touch something, outta range 

White clouds with the softness I hear the music 

What the hell is going on here I'm 'bout to lose it 

Momma why you talking to me like you right here 

She said, "son you outta focus now, come clear" 

She said, "your life'll be a milestone for everyone 

Because your layin in the bed that you made son" 

Look how they found me 

 

Chorus 

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