Miami Times
You say, 'it's cool, I'm straight'
and you talks about Miami times
drive-bys and druglords
verbatim sing the rappers’ rhymes
You say you’ve lost it all
and if you lose me, you'll fight
turning back to the way you used to be
too much death and dark for the light
I have to give and life
isn't all about all that, friend
it's not instinctual, don't go there
fighting to move closer to the end
You won't have me or anything
if you want to be like the brothers
you have a son, for a man so young
breaking hearts, your own and others.
It's not fair, you know I loved you
it’s not cool and you're not straight
so you've lost and you still fight
won’t see reality before it’s too late
I wanted to be in your life
but not to live in your Miami times
I don't listen to pain and don't want to hear
the lessons in the rapper's rhymes
they aren't mine to learn, you see
there's a better way for you than here
guess verbatim could be instinctual for some
leave on, and take with you my fear.