Winebago Seashores Lyrics

In the middle of the street your homie died in yo arms

These Rockford nights is so hard

At the burial you'll see your mother when you see the eyes of his moms

Hugged his brother said you riding tomorrow

I try to calm you down in the car tell you what's right and what's wrong

You say dog this real life ain't a song

I know the time that we on

So, I just hope you find some resolve

And if not I hope the crime is unsolved

I ain't denying my flaws

Streets broke down to science and laws

Intertwined with the rise is the fall

Diamonds and cars

Is balanced out with the violence and scars

A big fish in the tiniest ponds

In this bigger scheme of things in this game of life we just pawns

Especially since when a judge give you life you respawn

In the form of ya homies down to ride for ya cause

Heavy burdens make it hard for me to enlighten ya heart

I'm like

A lot of shells on the ground, no sea shores

It's a lose, lose decision which mean more

On this road of life, you hit a lot of detours

Survivors left with battle scars from these street wars

You pick a side where I'm from you gotta ride or die

You gotta ride or die

I can feel it in the air somebody gotta die tonight

The streets singing, la da di da

In the middle of the street you shot three in this chest

The crime scene was a mess

His sister seen it and wept

You out here tryna even the debt

As you grow older this'll be one of ya deepest regrets

Nights sleepless in sweats

You steadily dreaming of death

You pop a xan and have a drink to forget

Smoking weed to reflect

On how you got so deep with the set

That you'll sacrifice ya freedom and relinquish ya breath, I'm like

At ya mama crib and every time you leaving her steps

You know you'll never find peace where you rep

These feelings creep through ya flesh

And ya trigger finger cling to the tec

So niggas tryna catch you slipping ain't receiving success

Lotta grief and some stress

Till ya demons can rest

Had a seed with ya ex

The inner peace you collect

Got you seeking what's next

Hung up the heat and was blessed

But these streets just repeat and reset, where we from nigga

A lot of shells on the ground, no sea shores

It's a lose, lose decision which mean more

On this road of life, you hit a lot of detours

Survivors left with battle scars from these street wars

You pick a side where I'm from you gotta ride or die

You gotta ride or die

I can feel it in the air somebody gotta die tonight

The streets singing, la da di da