Parker’s Verse Songtext
von S.O.

Straight bars no need for melodies
My dad told me I'm the ones what you telling me
Me and G 10-plus years here with the energy
Still got the remedy dude serving a felony
Told me he love SIC
Bump that before HOV
Come see his POV nothing to play with
99 Neo scene stuck in the Matrix
Still he can't erase it
Pill off in a spaceship? How in a cell
It's time to intercede in a season where sinners dwell
Just thank God you breathing not leaving it to yourself
If you give a man a reason to squeeze you'll be Stringer Bell
Friends turn to foes coz of fools gold
I know many people but only a few close
If you let me keep you and show you a few ropes
You will see who is close to blood like they glucose
They'll muddy their shoes bro
Tell a friend to a friend go beyond the surface
If I was hungry GP open up his purses


You can see it in my eyes I ain't lying
Now his son my son even though he ain't mine
And when I have mine it's going be same
Scoreboard at half time whose leading the game
Doesn't mean that they will later see the season change
Add to the fuel to the fire hommie you can feed the flames
I was in a daze, now my eyes open
J was serving the fiends he was treating their itch like calamine lotion
But now the CEO outspoken
See that divine motion
Noting but grace will blow your mind hoping
For greatness
Who is complaining
When I'm sitting in first flight to Hawaii my God's amazing
Me and young Parker laughing away hoping he takes this
And learns that uncle does more than hitting stages
Its more than a stage show if I say so
More than some peso's or a caseload
I'll admit it lacked vision but now I get it
Whether 9-to-5 or 9-to-9 man I'm driven
Give me 99 plus one time is my witness
What I'm given is what I'm given you can shine different
I'm in it for the long haul though time's ticking
I just wanna hear well done servant when I'm finished
Look, no fine women in my linen
In this game you can lose your life for five minutes
And i don't wanna lose mine
I remember when I was sleeping off in the futon I was writing a few rhymes
But look at me now mama she proud
Front row seats in the crowd how do we sound
I'll remind ya
Tell young Sophie young S is beside her
Tell the promoter no cider on my rider
Stay sobered up
So you know wassup
Getting closer to Jehovah with the cobra clutch
You can never be the same hommie if your soul touched
Some say they woken up but they ain't even woke enough
Ain't no shots when what you speak is real
G like young S you need to chill
I'll say God bless and speak to still
All gods fail only One named Jesus heals
Gone