When Was the Last Time - Lyrics - Vakill

[Intro Scene] "Chicago!" [Vakill - Verse 1] I breathe through the pain and exhale for, single parent homes Exhale crack addict withdrawls they can't bear alone Exhale smoke from the barrels of those bearin' chrome Exhale for the slums where angels went there to roam Wrote my first verse in a book of Tops That rolled the weed that had the crooked cops tryna book my pops He lived in a bottle, when he drank, I shook the spot Wrote 3 16s for everytime he took a shot Took it as a sign of confirmation When Will's brains was blown on the safe, couldn't find the combination Minor confrontations no longer pugilistic We resolved 'em with the hugest biscuits Understand - I seen too much not to address it Held the tools that you got you undressin' And I would exhale jewels and spot you this blessin' Now, take a deep breath, be honest with yourself, and exhale when I drop you this question - [Hook - Repeat x 2] When was the last time you breathed Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in the sleeve When was the last time you [exhale] Without the assist of alcohol or twistin' up leaves [Vakill - Verse 2] This is season tickets to my pain, I invite you ingraduly Show me a hero, and I'll, write you a tragedy If there's bullet wounds, I'ma [??] right through it's cavity Insightful and avidly up close and personal I don't draw pictures - I texturize the paint To touch souls of soldiers next to risin' rank That's findin' it difficult to exercise restraint 'Cause when it comes to whips, women, and extra pies, we can't Die broke, that's some of our fears Every summer y'all hear shells drops 'Cause cats makin' sure they numbers are here When there's a hood, there's a struggle There with knuckles and gats, settle my several scuffles in an appropriate manner And if Soviet hammers, won't hestitate Patience is a virtue, that can six feet dirt you And have your spirit leavin' Earth, and what's even worse? A lot stop breathin' before they mastered breathin' first [Hook] [Vakill - Verse 3] It goes one for Ken's kite, two for twin light-skinned *** Three for T-Max with white pinstripes Wish I could send 'em, Lord knows what your life's been like Five years in the beast with no ray of light in sight But I'ma ride 'til the Good Lord put it in neutral Keep extra clips fuller than usual Cocksuckas that wanna pull it and shoot you I'ma put a bullet in mutual, Channel 32 Fox bulletin news you Speak to Marilyn Manson, crack is viable Where atheists and Baptists rival Home of evangelists and black disciples And two-time felons that's quick to carjack you with an ROTC practice rifle Change the game, same rules to ref use So F you, I refuse to leave until the impact I left's huge This here's a redneck incestuous flow - son of your nephews [Hook] --- Lyrics submitted by Billy (billy4202.blogspot.com).