When Was The Last Time

Текст песни Vakill - When Was The Last Time

My child will not be raised across the street in
4946, You know what I'm sayin', because I know
That's in the Robert Taylor home
That's the Robert Taylor home
I know that, you know what I'm sayin', drugs was dealed here
A million people done died under this building
And been shot and I done seen so much stuff that
I would not want to put my child through that
Chicago!

I breathe through the pain and exhale for single parent homes
Exhale crack addicts withdrawals, they can't bear alone
Exhale smoke from the barrels of those bearing chrome
Exhale for the slums where angels won't dare to roam
Wrote my first verse in the book of tops
That rolled the weed that had crooked cops tryna book my pops
He lived in a bottle, when he drank I shook the spot
Wrote three 16's for every time he took a shot
Took it as a sign of confirmation
When Will's brains was blown on the
Safe, couldn't find the combination
Minor confrontations no longer pugilistic
We resolve 'em with the hugest biscuits
Understand I seen too much not to address it
Held the tools that got you undressing
Now I exhale jewels, inspire you this blessing
Now take a deep breath, be honest with yourself
And exhale when I drop you this question

When was the last time you breathed?
Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in a sleeve
When was the last time you -inhale-?
Without the assist of alcohol or twisting up leaves
When was the last time you breathed?
Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in a sleeve
When was the last time you -inhale-?
Without the assist of alcohol or twisting up leaves

This is season tickets to my pain, I invite you in gradually
Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy
If there's bullet wounds I'ma win right through its cavity
Insightful and avidly up close and personal
I don't draw pictures, I texturize the paint
To touch souls of soldiers next to rise in rank
That's finding it difficult to exercise restraint
Cause when it comes to whips, women and extra pies we can't
Die broke, the sum of our fears
Every summer y'all hear shells drop
Cause cats making sure their numbers are here
Where there is hood there is struggle
Bare with knuckles or gats
Settle my share of scuffles in an appropriate manner
And if so be it hammers won't hesitate
Patience is a virtue that can six feet dirt you
And have your spirit leaving earth
And what's even worse
A lot stop breathing before they mastered breathing first

When was the last time you breathed?
Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in a sleeve
When was the last time you -inhale-?
Without the assist of alcohol or twisting up leaves
When was the last time you breathed?
Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in a sleeve
When was the last time you -inhale-?
Without the assist of alcohol or twisting up leaves

It goes one for Ken's kite
Two for twin light skinned dykes
Three for T-Max with white pin stripes
Wish I could send 'em, Lord knows what your life been like
Five years in the beast with no ray of light in sight
But I'ma ride 'til the good Lord put it in neutral
Keep extra clips fuller than usual
Cock suckers that wanna pull it and shoot you
I'ma put a bullet in mutual
Channel 32, Fox bulletin news you
Spit to Marilyn Manson crackers Bible
Where atheists and Baptists rival
Home of evangelists and black disciples
And two time felons that's quick to carjack you
With a ROTC practice rifle
Changed the game with the same rules the ref use
So eff you's, I refuse to leave until the impact I left's huge
This here's a rednecked sensuous flow, son of your nephew

When was the last time you breathed?
Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in a sleeve
When was the last time you -inhale-?
Without the assist of alcohol or twisting up leaves
When was the last time you breathed?
Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in a sleeve
When was the last time you -inhale-?
Without the assist of alcohol or twisting up leaves