Let Go - Fred The Godson

Thousands of people die every day, but you put one dead body

In the middle of a busy street and it makes people crazy

Be one of us

This reminds me of a dimmer sky

Fire comin' out the trash cans, I hear they shiver, cry

Bloody river, why?

Grounds of hot coal

Uptown, B-X, we will not grow

That’s what they told me

I told 'em I beg to differ

My flow’ll paint 'em that picture

I’ll show you, see Fred that nigga, ahh

Overcame adversity

First sick, they was nursin' me

I whisper in my uncle’s hearse

And now they save a verse for me

So I prepare poems purposely, they fit perfectly

I know life’s a bitch

I tried to lure her in like Urkel, see (woo!)

Mama birth me, here in Bronx Lebanon

My lines get busy

I can’t call it, telethon

I’m surrounded by alcoholics and heroin

Everyone, I been through hell and back

Tell 'em bring it on

Black round, MAC rounds in a black down

I hop out and hear this chorus in the background, ahh

I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow

Mama tellin' me let go

I hear her echo (echo, echo…)

Forgive me father, I feel 'em

I still gotta kill 'em

(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)

I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow

Mama tellin' me let go

I hear her echo (echo, echo…)

Forgive me father, I feel 'em

I still gotta kill 'em

(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)

This is after Armageddon

This the rapture

This the eve before Bin Laden’s capture

This Saddam Hussein hangin' from a rope

This when the first shift cocaine came in on the boat (woo!)

This is the scriptures

Different scripts, these the pictures

Feds flickin' they pictures at Fred, well it figures

I read Anne Frank’s diary, it really left me bitter as an individual

The invisible death of Hitler, sorry

I go in deep thought, back to the street talk

Teach 'em a lesson with the Wesson, you must keep chalk

Now we in a uproar, and it’s the police fault

They gon' kill us 'til we all deceased, whoa

A million men in D.C. that ain’t do shit

I was here gettin' PC’d, this is true shit

Background, Incarcerated Scarfaces, Wu shit

Let me calm down, woosah, this what I do, shit

I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow

Mama tellin' me let go

I hear her echo (echo, echo…)

Forgive me father, I feel 'em

I still gotta kill 'em

(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)

I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow

Mama tellin' me let go

I hear her echo (echo, echo…)

Forgive me father, I feel 'em

I still gotta kill 'em

(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)

When we serve, violence is preferred

So it’s evil that is referred 'til we merge

Heaven and hell, then we see which one’ll emerge

Sittin' in the church where it sound like voices is reverb

So I’m observin'

Reluctant, duckin'

The serpent’s lurkin'

I’m hurtin', while workin' the birth of my daughter smirkin', ahh

Will do whatever, wherever

Whenever to whoever

So never let her tell her daddy to bring Berettas

I’m comin' to kill

Clip me (?), 'fore they kill me

And leave 'em underground covered in lilies

Nigga really, you feel me

This the CITY OF GOD

This the CITY OF GOD

The angels bombin', and Michael said it’s gonna be hard

So the opposition, I send my regards

Then I gather TBM, yeah I’m comin' with squad

I see Pun’s reflection in the mirror

Biggie’s shadow while I’m walkin'

Can’t explain any clearer, ahh

I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow

Mama tellin' me let go

I hear her echo (echo, echo…)

Forgive me father, I feel 'em

I still gotta kill 'em

(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)

I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow

Mama tellin' me let go

I hear her echo (echo, echo…)

Forgive me father, I feel 'em

I still gotta kill 'em

(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)