Finish Line Lyrics

Locksmith

(Verse 1)
Richmond, California, playing by that green box
Sitting up in a coma ,everyday on our knees watch
For them bullets stream ,praying we don't see them sweet shots
Never looked down on my past we used to play and rebox
Every day I fought in school, every day I fought them back
Every day they'd fuck with me 'cause they thought I wasn't black
But I found myself in rap , but I found myself and trapped
And I thought might let me fly but in fact it held me back
And I used to cut my class and I used to roam them halls
Run up in them bathrooms , I hid up in the stalls
They started smoking weed I started playing ball
I heard she feelin me, I'm trying to get them drawers
And I used to think that my complexion was a burden
And I was scared even to tell people that I was half persian
I know my past , but my future is uncertain
I hope this rap shit start working.... fuck!

(Hook) x2
I'm a rider, tires burning rubber to the finish line
Dinner time ye my mom I'm getting mine
And burning something, maybe you should hop up in the ride
Make us stop over the house where I'm getting mines

(Verse 2)
I thought my fight was done, till I found what I might become
Half a nigga that don't speak up ,so I never bite my tongue
And I never show my cards and I never hold my breath
And I had like hella friends but it's like it's no one left
And it's like I always judge till I finally lost my cuz
And I used to bash gay people until my sister was
It's funny how people quick to condamn
And if they do it only means it's something fucked up with them
If you got guilt then I got flaws
If you don't feel then you just lost
And all my niggas still ain't rich men
They pitching without a cause
And now I see that this game is just a mirage
If being real is a crime then niggas guilty as charged
And all that I could do is stay true to me
These other dudes ain't got shit to do with me
And if you take the time then you could truly see
And if you don't.. then that's cool with me

(Hook) x2
I'm a rider, tires burning rubber to the finish line
Dinner time ye my mom I'm getting mine
And burning something, maybe you should hop up in the ride
Make us stop over the house where I'm getting mines

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