I used to know this ni**a Sonny who was ironically dark Never consumed by the money but selling dro in the park Became a main habit of his bagging the piff Corner copy is copying the man he was blacker than piff It wasn't simple Simpler than the previous maturity was lacking it He was never mischievous devious was closer Only relevant if leaving us He was too afraid so he stayed forced to believe in trust Honesty was the commodity he never possessed Nevertheless manipulate a woman beating his chest Reaping his stress seeking a breath reeking of sess Hear the pitter-patter listen and latter weeping to death Without a shoulder to cry on no one left to rely on He was followed by some men in black like the belt of Orion In the report said he was caught dead in the snort And was shredded he never even embedded the thought
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle So let me start from the beginning I'll pad the middle with simple Cutest of the children always displaying a dimple Never talking out of line or defined as he fought the vine But an awkward spine left him severed over single Proud in the corridors a wrong in yours While the janitor was mopping floors He was dropping whores on all fours Left her begging for a reason Treason left him cold never froze for an evening But the body heat never seemed to keep his body sweet On another meat looking for another blonde to beat Now the streets became his mistress turning his witness 'Cause when a wig splits You don't know who be holding hit list Switch shift he's stumbling on the war path Whores bark meditating up in the raw dark for more dark He's knowing that's when the war starts Cutting more lines than disabled kids up in Thorpe Park
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle So I said the life that you're living don't seem to be making sense Shaking pence out the cookie jar looking hook on the bends Losing friends rookie he spends all of his tens On the little bit of leaf that'll leave him stuck in the ends He started to shot losing the plot itching his scrot Little street corner located dropping his crop Others would watch smother the block under the spot 'Til he found himself surrounded by brothers robbing his gwap Didn't seem to be the average type Caught a badge in sight Coppers turning foxes And it just wasn't the rabbits' night He wasn't known for just a couple of minutes Scrolling through his phone trying to bell a couple of digits But nobody would answer Chancer who took his last chance at a glance in the drug deal stance And now he dance with the devil in the park by the treble Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
