A: Move on

Chorus:If I go on my way without youWoooahh where would I goIf I go on my way without youWoooahh where would I goA :Im having flashbacksLet me relax my domeMy whole joints blown another soldier wont be coming homeParkside is gonna miss you black forevaTies will never severYou died tryin to live betterDid what you had to do and now you deceasedI hope you livin in peace dont even stress that beefGo head and sleep count your blessings return to the essenceEverytime I see your fam word is bon I feel your presenceIts all over bearing witness like jehovahAint nothing strange unless you watch your range like a roverFollow me son, whats done is done, forgot itGod bless his soul while his bodys underground rottingWe wont forget you let a brother try to dis youI swear to god he better have a blade and plus a pistolForever miss you got babies that wanna kiss youShining like crystal, and at your wake I pass your ma a tissueChorus 2XHe was only thirteen when he burst his spleanThe shot was fatalHe died right there upon the kitchen table BLAOWIt happened all alone in his houseNot a creature was stirrin, not a roach or a mouseAnd I was just with him, playin SegaAnd buggin on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playasAnd now hes goneIm speakin on my man K-ShawnForever on my mind mentally as I kick my songHe used to talk about the box in the closetWhere his pops kept a glock and all the safety depositsNow he stressed, fiendin just to hold some heatI guess it came from all the stories that he heard in the streetI cant explain it, its ill how we used to feelI used to tell him stop playin wit that chrome-piece steelHe never listened, and now my man is missin in actionI blame it on the fools in the street thats always blastinChorus 2XAiyyo my dreams are filled with terrorShots gettin nearerParalyzed and right in front of my eyes its gettin clearerA tragedy resulted from a brothers bad scratchTried to rob a deli but the gat he had was raggyBullets sprayed, ricocheted and automaticallyHit a bystander, young girl named AmandaThe slugs in her back by this cat buggin no crapAnother rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves atWas only seven already on her way to heavenShe reached her day and now she wont see her weddingSome might say that this was destined or somethingBut her parents only had one child and now they left with nothingBook all that flix and when they daughter was sixBefore they moved from the bricks and got caught up in the mixThey thought things would get better now they stressed foreverThey last vision was image of a blood-soaked sweaterChorus 4X