Second Time Around Songtext
von Husalah

How much would you offer for a second time around?
A second chance to make your dreams come true
How much to go looking for so much you never found?
How much for the things you did?


Three years of life, eight months, and three weeks in the womb
A young youth tip-toes in the room
Drops play ball, see the table top of balloons
Ironically he manifests, not trying to be what he gotta be
A product of the sun, moon, and stars, and substance abuse
So many colors to choose, so many others would lose
He reached up with a ′tune satellite and grabbed a balloon
"There's something in this," he dropped and resumed, to find an empty
What is this? He already knew
It′s stuff that they burn on the spoon and they make faces at doom
They don't reply when you ask 'em something, it make ′em sleepy
"Daddy why your eyes like that? Can you see me?
You my hero, you brought me balloons but I can′t blow 'em up
It′s brown stuff, and then once I opened it and I closed 'em up"
He smiled when I woke him up
He said "son you gotta manifest your dreams on the second time"
I smiled and cried

Yo, the hammer was back
It seem like the front had hit the corner
Much longer than the side and the back
Arrival, he rolls his strap
The moment right before it clap was on it, brain roaming
What is that? That′s a second chance most killers ignore
So submerge and raise tenses, in moments of war
Ask Lil' Drew what to do, when they close that door
I ask Allah to bring him home yo, he coming home though
After the appeal, give ′em back that L
Can't take back that slug, seventeen, no bail
Ain't never been to a club, ain′t never seen nowhere
I guess his second chance′ll be his first
You serve Allah then you leave this earth
You see the last shit merge
Charlie smothered five on that thing
Before they set him up and bust his heart
Ride on these suckers how we raised it illegal
One born, one die, soul fly like a eagle


He kissed her on the lips, she shivered
She had to sneak up out the window when he came to get her
A young mind mesmerized by the chain and glitter
Knock in the trunk, rain drops, deep December
A dark spot, back seat, steaming the windows up
Every kiss feel deeper, and the purple
Was scrambling her brain, he was smooth with his words
'Fore he caught a little woman, she never been touched
She felt a warm feeling in her stomach, and then a rush
They locked lips again, and then her soul moved
A precious queen tangled up into a cold dude
She chose to run away and go with him, he changed his whole mood
None of that sweet shit bitch, we on some whole new
Different type of hype late night, do what you told to do
Or get your ass left stranded and smacked with the cannon
She was a pretty young thing with a lack of understanding