O.C.: Born 2 live

Like the dead end kids, we used to play in the streets Never worryin about grief, football spelled relief Ronnie ? was the coach for us see he taught us to play, almost every single day, OK Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few with Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick And a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street with Zach, Leo and Ed Me Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes Tommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right At times we'd fight, but that's a-ight Still, not realizin we had love, it showed when we played, no phony charades against one another, now while I write this song It's like some are still alive and a couple are gone * Chorus * (4X) We're born to live, a life to die Life's so damn short and I wonder why As kids, you're overlookin death It didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious It was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal Cartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like ridin your skateboard, or bicycle And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool We got along, we all knew right from wrong By far, we got a dose that life was hard A Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street He just received an award for Little League baseball like an hour before, plus He didn't even get to see the summer set in Dyin all young at the age of seven It opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak As a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep it * Chorus * Now when somebody is gone, that's when you realize how close you was how close you are.. like a star Real deep it takes time to heal And still from time to time you wish you could find the way to forgive and let him know you forgave But they can't feel six feet deep inside the grave What's left, but attend his wake, believin if it was you he'd do it for old time's sake, damn I'm disturbed, by the news when I was told I was sittin Knowin damn well Boo ain't bullshittin My life flashed like big bills of cash and good times we had, now it's all so sad One of my childhood pals hit the road When you take, to the streets, then you die, by the code But in this case, who knows what went down? Bottom line is wishin that he still was around Now he found a spot in my heart, or should I say lobotomy Mike, know you're trapped inside of me And every other brother in Bushwick Who rushed to your side thick, all down with the click Yeah, God Bless he laid to rest Call him Mike Boogie, that's what describes the nigga best * Chorus * We're born to live (4X) Like that y'all