You Are The Blood

The Game

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    You are the blood flowing through my fingers
    All through the soil and up in those trees

    1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind
    My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun
    11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come
    My first night in my crib
    I heard somebody screaming
    A Couple Gunshots,
    then some tires screeching
    My father reaching, what is he grabbing?
    He rolled me over in my crib,
    just to get his magnum
    Is he a policeman?
    That's what I'm thinking. He can't be that
    Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking
    Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror
    Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin
    lookin like shakira
    I'm in my high chair,
    They naked, this is Rated R.
    Think I ain't payin attention
    cuz u slide me a Gerber jar?
    Then my momma walked in with an orange box
    I couldn't read what it said cuz she leaned over and said...

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    [Chorus:]
    You are the Blood flowing through my fingers
    And I could feel it in my heart, my mom's said it from the start
    That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
    All through the soil and up in those trees

    First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt
    Moms worked the graveyard, too tired,
    so I dressed myself
    Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel?
    Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
    A Lotta birthdays but we ain't never light candles
    Gang of Christmas gifts
    but I ain't never seen Santa
    So I waited up one year
    Guess who came through my garage
    My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag
    Hit the lights! Aha!
    Uh-uh I ain't goin for that
    I got presents I can see em!
    Cuz they ain't wrapped
    From a race track to a Dre track
    Don't wear overalls no more
    But a nigga stay strapped!
    The Rumour round my middle school
    was that I can't rack
    There wasn't a locker in that motherfucker
    I ain't paint black
    And now I'm doin doughnuts in this maybach
    Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that...

    [Chorus:]
    You are the blood flowing through my fingers
    And I could feel it in my heart, my mom's said it from the start
    That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
    All through the soil and up in those trees

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