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I'm sure it's drug related but I can't figure out what The Game is talking about...anybody know? Thoughts?

The Game You Are The Blood Lyrics:

You are the blood flowing through my fingers

All through the soil and up in those trees

1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind

My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun

11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come

My first night in my crib

I heard somebody screaming

A Couple Gunshots,

then some tires screeching

My father reaching, what is he grabbing?

He rolled me over in my crib,

just to get his magnum

Is he a policeman?

That’s what I’m thinking. He can’t be that

Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking

Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror

Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin

lookin like shakira

I’m in my high chair,

They naked, this is Rated R.

Think I ain’t payin attention

cuz u slide me a Gerber jar?

Then my momma walked in with an orange box

I couldn’t read what it said cuz she leaned over and said...

[Chorus:]

You are the Blood flowing through my fingers

And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start

That I would always be the reason blood flowing...

All through the soil and up in those trees

First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt

Moms worked the graveyard, too tired,

so I dressed myself

Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel?

Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals

A Lotta birthdays but we ain’t never light candles

Gang of Christmas gifts

but I ain’t never seen Santa

So I waited up one year

Guess who came through my garage

My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag

Hit the lights! Aha!

Uh-uh I ain’t goin for that

I got presents I can see em!

Cuz they ain’t wrapped

From a race track to a Dre track

Don’t wear overalls no more

But a nigga stay strapped!

The Rumour round my middle school

was that I can’t rack

There wasn’t a locker in that m*****f*****

I ain’t paint black

And now I’m doin doughnuts in this maybach

Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that...

[Chorus:]

You are the blood flowing through my fingers

And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start

That I would always be the reason blood flowing...

All through the soil and up in those trees

Lyrics: You Are The Blood, The Game [end]

Edited by Guest
even if it's lyrics, this is family hour. :-)
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