O.C. Lyrics

Album: Word...Life

Born 2 Live

Like the dead end kids we used to play in the streets 

Never worryin about grief football spelled relief 

Ronnie ? was the coach for us 

see he taught us to play almost every single day OK 

Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon 

My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few 

with Sha rone he's bad to the bone Boo's little sidekick 

And a badass mouth he used to feist it on Harmon Street 

with Zach Leo and Ed 

Me Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes 

Tommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right 

At times we'd fight, but that's a-ight 

Still, not realizin we had love, it showed 

when we played, no phony charades against 

one another, now while I write this song 

It's like some are still alive and a couple are gone 

* Chorus * (4X) 

We're born to live, a life to die 

Life's so damn short and I wonder why 

As kids, you're overlookin death 

It didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious 

It was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal 

Cartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like 

ridin your skateboard, or bicycle 

And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple 

Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool 

We got along, we all knew right from wrong 

By far, we got a dose that life was hard 

A Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car 

Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and 

death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street 

He just received an award 

for Little League baseball like an hour before, plus 

He didn't even get to see the summer set in 

Dyin all young at the age of seven 

It opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak 

As a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep it 

* Chorus * 

Now when somebody is gone, that's when you realize how close you was 

how close you are.. like a star 

Real deep it takes time to heal 

And still from time to time you wish you could find the way to forgive 

and let him know you forgave 

But they can't feel six feet deep inside the grave 

What's left, but attend his wake, believin if it was you 

he'd do it for old time's sake, damn 

I'm disturbed, by the news when I was told I was sittin 

Knowin damn well Boo ain't bullshittin 

My life flashed like big bills of cash 

and good times we had, now it's all so sad 

One of my childhood pals hit the road 

When you take, to the streets, then you die, by the code 

But in this case, who knows what went down? 

Bottom line is wishin that he still was around 

Now he found a spot in my heart, or should I say lobotomy 

Mike, know you're trapped inside of me 

And every other brother in Bushwick 

Who rushed to your side thick, all down with the click 

Yeah, God Bless he laid to rest 

Call him Mike Boogie, that's what describes the nigga best 

* Chorus * 

We're born to live (4X) 

Like that y'all