Blowin' Circles In The Wind - Made Men

[00:09.39]Yo
[00:11.01]Turn up my headphones
[00:13.08]Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going
[00:16.32](We about to take you there)
[00:18.78]ChorusPlease lord let me make it through a day without no pain
[00:22.29]How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain?
[00:25.05]Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins
[00:27.15]Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind
[00:29.19]Chorus
[00:29.49]Verse 1: Mr GzusI'm high as hell loungin' on my Ralph Lauren sofa
[00:32.79]Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota
[00:35.49]Before it's over, gun talk before the gun spark
[00:38.28]Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked
[00:41.04]It's so dark, when I delve into my memoirs,
[00:43.65]And it's so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar
[00:46.41]Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that's unsettled
[00:49.20]Sold everything a thug pedalled, I'm just one rebel
[00:51.93]Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain
[00:54.36]Yo, it's slow pain, like *******, flowing through a cold vein
[00:57.30]I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods
[00:59.94]My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards
[01:02.67]Made Men's at large, get the **** up ou to f Dodge
[01:05.40]Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage
[01:08.10]My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend
[01:10.86]Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon
[01:13.50]When I hit the dead end, yo, it's fire on the crucifix
[01:16.68]I'm losing it, trying to figure out who's the snitch
[01:19.29]I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner
[01:21.90]Hotter than a sauna, blazin' *********
[01:24.60]Duckin' shots and regroup I buck back, yo
[01:27.12]Cause **** that, that's where niggaz be getting snuffed at
[01:29.91]Whatever's coming tell me, I'll take i to n the chin
[01:32.37]So for every sin, I'm blowing circles in the wind
[01:39.87]Verse 2: Antonio Twice ThouI inhale and blow it out
[01:58.86]Stress calls, in the Source no doubt
[02:01.53]I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker
[02:04.29]I had a dream; it seems frustration took us
[02:07.08]Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy?
[02:09.72]Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see
[02:12.45]If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got
[02:14.85]You know there's a million niggaz thinking just like me
[02:17.52]Smokin' on the same weed, livin' on the same named street
[02:20.70]With the same fat beats,
[02:21.99]and all criminals for ****ing with cracks and heats
[02:24.63]We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets
[02:28.05]to make a smash like the crash test
[02:30.03]Now what's next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent
[02:32.88]I work hard, my life; it's still hard to get
[02:35.04]Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up
[02:37.44]Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it's lit up
[02:40.62]I can't relax; I'm never calm
[02:42.36]No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to do me harm
[02:45.87]And these street politics got me strapped up
[02:48.60]with a .45 stick and a habit on bricks
[02:51.48]I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest
[02:53.76]Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess
[02:56.76]Don't playa hate, hate the game
[02:58.53]It's all the same; I'm blowing circles 'til I'm blowing flames
[03:01.32]Ain't nothing changed
[03:21.78]Chorus continues in background
[03:23.16]Where my thugs at? (Made Men) x5