King Cutler - Flesh Of My Flesh Lyrics

Yeah, check it, run that shit back now, uh
Paper chasin' on the interstate, but life changin
God's grace, I might make it, quarter in the corduroys
I'm long out, but homie, I been here before
My back turnin', stones fallin' at my feet
Yes, it is a will, cause it's a why that God protectin' me
Represent the real, cause who is real is me
Fresh in my flesh, I come from the slums, I'm covered in mud
I see my nigga's dead body, it was covered in blood
The real can relate, I'm tired of faith
But how you hold your head high, when your heartbeat is flowin' with hate
From the other side, on the road to riches, it's a lonely ride
Turnpike, my nigga split his whip, and then he burned inside
His brother fell inside my arms, and all the nigga did was cry
So we sat in silence, and I let him cry, I tell him to breathe
Front line, I wear my heart on my sleeve
And if I said that, we'd be straight, that's a lie through my teeth
And I ain't learn yet, packin' my heat
I got like six dead niggas, and they all die young
Three or four went and died by the gun
Flesh of my flesh, and blood of my blood
I pray to God we make it out of this slum
It's cut, nigga
It's cut, nigga