Colors of Life by ABDUL Lyrics

Pregnant teens giving birth to an intelligent king
Vintage  hands taking withdraws from her jeans
His  eyes seen twice her years
She thinking of the better times
Just to fight the tears
Eyes  to the ceiling
Getting  a cold feeling
With a premonition of a cold killing
Like  a shank to the side
Pants hang from his thighs
The Pussy disguise as a curse on the low
40 cold tucked in her purse
She  clutched and he jerked
Disburse bullets lurking in his shirt
A smoking barrel led to soaked apparel
Hollows hit the floor
Like broken bottles
When cop kick the door
With Ill intentions
We fill Extensions
For them street pension
I ain’t spent tuition
For my knowledge
I got it sitting in two seater
Of the continental
Where Two heaters spot his mental
Of a nigga from the other side
Pitching attics
Be the first to die like crispus attucks
40 stain the casket
Of nigga with slangin tactics
Mothers cry when
The sun dies
And guns rise
Me without a nine
Is like clock without time
A criminal without crime
Non existent
Selling dimes for 3 scores
Before the time of captivated keyboards
My mind shaper than 3 swords