SAVE YOU Lyrics

It's easy to pull the trigger though

It's easy to pull the trigger

But it ain't easy to move your mom out the hood

That's a real man job

They ain't for suckers right there

You can't just wake up and move your mom tomorrow

That's a real man job

Ain't no love in these streets

It's no wonder how, son

Your brother can sell his soul for a hundred thousand

Papi said he will forgive you if you come in now, son

He'll invite you to his house with the sun and clouds in

Cause he'll save you, he'll save you

Remember Lion, he's the one that made you, yeah

If you ever change your mind, he will change you, yeah

Satan is a liar and he hates you

Wants to encage you, enslave you

Don't believe in his dreams, it's betrayal

Only nightmares, screams in his jail

Lucy only breathes to see you fail

Cause he'll save you, he'll save you, yeah

Remember Lion, he's the one that made you

If you ever change your mind, he will change you

The devil is a liar and he hates you

Ain't no love in these streets

Ain't no fun in hell, son

Better keep it to yourself before they run and tell one

Of your rivals, steal your custom and your clientele, son

Now a Mother raise a child for you to gun him down

Somebody's baby, yeah, oh baby, yeah

His ghosts and nightmares gon' drive you crazy, yeah

Only good fellas left, is Scorsese, yeah

Six foot depth, pushing daisies, yeah

They say it's boring if I talk about importance

But I'ma tell a story, tell my story, tell my story

I was fourteen when my father taught/told me

You ain't going to that place, son, that's where they shot Corey

Remember four years before I heard the story

Shot four times, 'n' I ain't talking bout scoring

I recall people talking

Eyes watered, welling up, tears pouring

As I watch on channel four, as his mother tells the story

I recall finding a way to record it

Pause for thought

Only wish I could rewind it for him

Rewriting over the moment they shoot ya

Playing games like Computer

Stop, eject, skip ahead, fast forward my future

Way past, being called to duty, with a luger

My son's present won't be a first-person shooter

In control a role model won't play that role

Staring in the mom's eyes of the son you stole

Staring in the mom's eyes of the son you stole

Staring in the mom's eyes of the son you stole

Staring in the mom's eyes of the son you stole

Staring in the mom's eyes of the son you stole

Didn't really wanna rhyme about gun control

But I gotta time 'em out before the gun explodes

Let em know I roll, model won't play that role

Staring in the mom's eyes of the son you stole