Kunci: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Gb
Yeah,
E#m
Ebm
E#m
Mr. Criminal back up in this homie
Got a little message of advice
Ebm
to all these youngsters today,
E#m
Ebm
you know what mean?
Gb
A lot of my homies getting
locked up doing life,
you know what I'm
E#m
They never gonna get
Ebm
out and see their kids
E#m
Got a lot of motherfucking
homies that are dead,
laying six feet deep in the ground
Ebm
And I'm standing here now like,
Gb
damn, I've been through a lot,
you know what I'm saying?
E#m
Ebm
I done changed my life
E#m
Doing shit for the better these days,
you know what I mean?
Ebm
Gb
Think about it
Gb
cause I progress with time
E#m
And you can catch me getting faded
Ebm
in the Cali sunshine
E#m
Writing rhymes in my pastime
I used to smoke dimes,
Ebm
now I'm smoking by the ounce
E#m
Ebm
To help release what's on my mind
Life is full of stress,
Gb
I know this world is just a test
People say that I'm lucky,
E#m
Ebm
but I consider it being blessed
E#m
Cause I've been through a lot,
this short life has felt long
Ebm
Gb
Grew up way too fast, at age 11
Ebm
Hitting bars instead of going to school
Gb
I admit, I was a fool,
I always broke my curfew
E#m
Ebm
E#m
Coming home around 2, age 13
I started robbin' and stealin'
and made a reputation
Ebm
Gb
Of bein' a neighborhood villain
Ebm
It wasn't very long
Gb
until I got caught up by the law
E#m
First was probation, that failed,
Ebm
then off to ju venile hall
E#m
I started messin' up bad,
raised my mom, no dad
E#m
Ebm
no more livin' as the past
and reminisce about the old days
E#m
I know my family nev er thought
Ebm
I'd snap out of my old ways
E#m
But now, I'm proud to say
I can look at my life
Ebm
E#m
and everything will be okay
Ebm
From runnin' the streets
Gb
to gettin' in the beef
E#m
From jackin' and slangin' to robbin' daddy,
E#m
Insane, daily abusing
with pollution in my brain
Gb
The time finally came,
Ebm
I realized I need a change
I had to do something,
Gb
my homies helped me out
E#m
Let me stay at their house,
Ebm
they put some food in my mouth
E#m
Destructive, indefiant,
plus a brain full of drugs
And all my role models
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
were dope dealers and thug s
On the run for a while,
Gb
the streets corrupted my mind
To be arrested again
E#m
Ebm
was just a matter of time
E#m
May 6, 97 was a knock on the door
Ebm
Police raided where I stayed,
Gb
Ebm
screaming get on the floor
Handcuffed again,
Gb
and then my freedom was lost
I had to pay for my cross,
E#m
Ebm
this time of year was the cost
E#m
God sends the plagues,
and some were far in the hills
Got into fights all the time,
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
and started building my skills
thirty weeks and I passed
E#m
I took care of that business
Ebm
so I could get on my fat
E#m
Sure enough, time came,
once again I'm released
Gb
Ebm
now I'm back on the streets
and reminisce about the old days
E#m
I know my family nev er thought
Ebm
I'd snap out of my old ways
E#m
But now, I'm proud to say,
I can look at my life
Ebm
E#m
And everything will be okay
Ebm
From running the streets to
From jacking to slangin'
E#m
Daily abusing with pollution
in my brain
The time finally came,
Ebm
I realized I need to change
Gb
Kickin' back with the homies,
smokin' out to reminisce
E#m
And in a couple of weeks,
Ebm
probation tested my piss
E#m
Sure enough, I failed,
no one to blame but myself
Couldn't believe that
Gb
Ebm
in juvenile hall behind a cell
Gb
But that's the way that it is,
fuckin' up, you gotta pay
E#m
Shackled up, I saw the judge,
Ebm
he threatened me, well, why?
things got serious with my girl
She got pregnant
Ebm
Gb
and now I have a son in this world
Ebm
Gb
Started straightening up and
I admit it was hard
E#m
Having visions of me dead
Ebm
and walking in a prison
E#m
Yo, what kind of father is that?
Didn't want that for my kids
Ebm
So now I really started caring
E#m
about the things that I did
Ebm
Gb
My mom told me, son, you are almost 18
E#m
If you don't work or go to school
Ebm
You're gonna have to shake the sins
Moved in with my lady and my kid
Got married in Vegas
Ebm
Gb
and with the parents we live
Ebm
E#m
Started working at 9 to 5
Gb
Got a hustle to survive
and when I wasn't busy
E#m
Ebm
I started working on my rhymes
E#m
Filled up my rap hook
Took it seriously
Gb
Hooked up with high power
Dropped my first CD,
Ebm
Gb
now I got my own spot
with the studio too
E#m
Two kids, a couple rising,
Ebm
always got something new
E#m
And little Robert's getting big,
almost 5 years old and big Robert's 21,
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
rapping, producing straight gold
Gb
And my lady just gave birth
to my baby Angelina
E#m
Now together they make up
Ebm
the two angels in me, we the dam
E#m
I changed my life and I
got kinda far
Ebm
And you could do the very same
Gb
Ebm
if you just put it in your heart
A little word of advice
Gb
to all these youngsters
out there living the fast life
E#m
You know what I mean?
E#m
Start fresh, fuck the past,
you can never look back
Anything worth having
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
is worth working for, you know that
Never let another motherfucker
tell you can't achieve your goals
Never let a motherfucker
keep you down,
you know what I'm saying?
Keep your head up, chest out, homie
Advice, Mr. Criminal, I'm out
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