Dreams to glide like Clyde..

Dreams to glide like Clyde

For my family may I provide

In this insanity we call life

Please don't kill my vibe

Two guns on each side 

Rolling around in that ride 

They ready to take a life 

"Please lord just forgive me this time"

Corner store  

I'm chilling with my boys

They vibe is sure 

The tree making noise

Peace keep

No beef please

All of that we trying to avoid

But then again 

Look at what we're living in

There's always souls trying to destroy

For no apparent reason and

I'm not saying most people are innocent

But it gets different when 

Innocent civilians 

End up in an ambulance 

Because of a stray bullet 

That had the name of a different man

Now that's what you call ignorance

And..

They were in a car

Windows tint

Two guns, Three friends

Up to no good 

On the weekend

Turn right by that corner we were standing in

Creeping

Fiening for the feeling

Then they start speeding

And then before you know it..