Artist: CL Smooth Album: American Me Song: All We Ever Know Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus] They wanna see me down, but I be comin up They don't want me around, but I lay in the cut This is how the hood be movin, there's no solution It's so hard but it's all we ever know [CL Smooth] Feel this pulse of the hood, that ear to the street Like the boys on feet, them wolves never sleep Just lurk in the shadows, mingle in your blind sight Is it meant to be tested? Better get your mind right These are the breaks and, this is what it takes and Laid up in the coffin there is all your mistakes look Is this what you want though, or beggin for a change as to what we all can afford, and what's out of your range? They massacred your folks then - pray for revenge Your last thought is a target, the beef never ends (never ends) These foul niggaz laughin, your baby momma's cashin who hated your ass with a passion Hangin on your last breath gaspin, your people in tears who always told ya you was trouble for years Find you at death's doors fightin, with tubes all in you Heard they raidin your spots - who's gon' miss you? It's grimey as it ever been, slugs in the veteran The block savor the day he took his own medicine Now it's all over, the next leader got the seat But don't bury him yet, we still got a heartbeat The mind over matter, stuff made of legends A spirit that caters to the physical presence He gotta dig down deep, that's where it begin You got far too much pride to let your enemies win See life flash before you, your face in the sink Look up inside the mirror, before you can blink Feel you have no choices, beaten battered and scarred Can only muster up enough strength to find God As solid as the anchor, how can I thank ya when it took every bit of prayer to save this gangster? On my knees in the chapel, forgive me father The endless rounds of shots, the people screamin in horror What add up to a dollar, don't make sense/cents no more What people live to posess, in the spoils of war become obsolete, that's if you weather the storm It's so beautiful, the feelin like a hustler reborn with no drama Need you right here for the kids with every honor The streets know it is what it is, another chapter Through all that pain you stood the best remedy is let 'em see you still live good [Chorus] - repeat 2X [CL Smooth] Listen man, we don't wanna talk to none of y'all You left your man out here for dead and all that (real talk) This New York City man (uh-huh) y'know where the rats is bigger than the cats (stop snitchin~!) We servin notice you hear me? (Talk to 'em) We not playin wit'chu meatballs (emphatically) This is Black Heart, the movement (c'mon) We only play for keeps here, and this is all we ever know [Chorus] - repeat 2X