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Still Here Lyrics

Still Here by Scarface  

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Still Here Up early in the morning
Waken by the sound of my cell phone
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone
Was a homie that I went to school with

Tellin' me life wasn't shit to fool with
These young niggas steady dyin' over dumb shit
Fast money for your soul, now your done with
You hear the gun click

Blood stains on the walls and carpet
Pain and the hardships
Of a father identifyin' his child
From a photo of the plan, with his brains blown out now

Let's rewind to where it all took place
Started off in math class early that day
Hey, it's high school
And everybody's tryin' to earn a rep

And he gone gun shot a homie to death
The impossible is happenin'
Children are left to make decisions
Do ya let 'em die or kill them yourself?

As I look at my life, remembering where I've been
I may not have been here
Could've been in the gutter drowning in my tears

I remember how hard it is on the block, yeah
Every time you turn around somebody got shot
Ohh, but I'm still, I'm still here

Another homie got murdered in the dope house
Ass pocket full of money, chillin', gettin' smoked out
Two shots hit him in his face when he blast it
Frame pictured and it's closed casket

This is so tragic, I see death on every block I turn
It's just not my turn, live the same lifestyle
Cash money to burn
Weed blowin' steady slippin' in the darkest term

When it feels like real life, knowin' is next
Rep to take it, be the last left
Humble yourself
In slow-mo you see your whole life flashin'

That second from the beginning
Back to the end and that lesson
Is nothin' short of what a nigga expect
Livin' life like this, this is duly respect
And I refuse to give debt

As I look at my life, remembering where I've been
I may not have been here
Could've been in the gutter drowning in my tears

I remember how hard it is on the block, yeah
Every time you turn around somebody got shot
Ohh, but I'm still, I'm still here

Yeah, I remember
We tatted are names on our arms for fun
Writin' rest in peace for the dead and gone
That's just me and I ain't the one to stunt
But seems like I'm losing somebody every other month

That's why I walk through the hood
Tryin' talk to the hood
But some niggas is lost in the hood
And we blind to that fact

That we actin' like they wanted us to act
White man versus black
Reason I ain't vote for Barrack's 'cos I love 'em
They gonna want him hanged after that

In God we trust, what?
Money or the life of a soldier
Sent to die in the war in a fight
That never should took place

Mary K K K used to be a great place
Now I guess, we save face
John McCain hates niggas
On Martin Luther King day, go figure

As I look at my life, remembering where I've been
I may not have been here
Could've been in the gutter drowning in my tears

I remember how hard it is on the block, yeah
Every time you turn around somebody got shot
Ohh, but I'm still, I'm still here



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