Paroles No feelings Too $hort

No feelings

Don't kill yourself, I'm talking to you
And I don't pretend to know everything that you've been through
But if it's shame you feel, just know that I've sinned, too
And if it's pain you're feeling, just know that that's something I went through
I don't know your story, but I know you and me are a lot alike
So let me talk to you for a minute while I got this mic
I was 18 when I pulled a gun out
At the time, it felt like my out

Cuz gettin' no sleep, he been tossin' and turnin' (Flashbacks)
Hoppin' gates, tossin' a burner (Flashbacks)
Homicide tape on the corner (Flashback)
His homie mama eyes all water
Talkin' cold sweats, stressed nights, deep breaths, nigga
Chewin' things, mood swings, fuck sex, nigga
Loose things and loose strings sink ships, nigga
Mind tuned to who on or who next, nigga (Huh)

He forgive but he don't forget (Nope)
He was locked up and you was fuckin' on his bitch (Uh-huh)
Nope, you didn't send a box, you didn't send him shit (Uh-huh)
Five years, he been plottin' how to get you hit
Cold game, dope game, cocaine, nigga (What)
Tossed the burner when it blew the glass pane, nigga (Blaow)
Seen the homie mama, all he felt was pain, nigga
But once he left her, he didn't feel a damn thing, nigga

When you a young Black man, it's hard to stay alive
When I was 16, I thought old was 25
Now I'm twice that, ain't nothin' really changed
I still watch my back, just like I'm 16
Seen some sick things, had to play it off
Lotta homies got killed, had to take a loss
I hate funerals, I don't wanna see you like that
Seen you two weeks ago and said, "I'll be right back"
I got busy, couldn't make it back that way
I heard you got shot the next day
It fucked me up, 'cause you was my homeboy for real, though
I been to too many motherfuckin' funerals
There's so much death out here
It's a fact we all livin' in fear, fuck that
What you gon' do with that strap
Protect yourself or shoot a nigga in the back, bitch?

Huh, he forgive but he don't forget (Nope)
He was locked up and you was fuckin' on his bitch (Uh-huh)
Nope, you didn't send a box, you didn't send him shit (Uh-huh)
Five years, he been plottin' how to get you hit
Cold game, dope game, cocaine, nigga (What)
Tossed the burner when it blew the glass pane, nigga (Blaow)
Seen the homie mama, all he felt was pain, nigga
But once he left her, he didn't feel a damn thing, nigga

Yeah, lost so many homies to the street, it got me devastated
Said he 'bout to go get somethin' to eat, but he never made it
I had to tell him he was good, that's a lie
Closed his eyes and then I cried as I watched him die
It ain't no feelings in these streets, man, the love is gone
His heart is cold, his daddy dead, and his mother gone
Hidin' at his granny house, until his cover blown
It ain't no feelings in these streets, man, the love is gone
I asked my cousin, do he care if he live or die?
He grabbed a strap, he popped a pill, and fired up his high
The streets got him paranoid and traumatized
He started laughin', said, "We all gotta die"
Said, "Feel my pain, when you in the gang, can't let 'em play with you"
Granny said "Pray", he looked at her and said, "Pray to who?"
Ran off on the plug and made a vow that he ain't gon' pay the dude
Live by it, die by it, and let that Kater shoot

Love from the hood
And honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood the most unwavering of loyalties
I'm talkin' street niggas
Most literally from cradle to grave
Most literally from corner to coroner
Most literally niggas who hugged the block in their last moments gasping for air