Blowin' Circles In The Wind Lyrics

(Talking in background) Yo. Turn up my headphones Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going. (We about to take you there) Chorus 2X Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain. How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain? Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins. Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind. Verse 1 (Mr Gzus) I'm high a shell loungin' on my Ralph Lauren sofa. Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota. Before it's over, gun talk before the gun spark. Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked. It's so dark, when I delve into my memoirs, And it's so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar. Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that?s unsettled. Sold everything a thug pedalled, I'm just one rebel. Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain. Yo, it's slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein. I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods. My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards. Made Men's at large, get the fuck up out of Dodge. Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage. My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend. Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon. When I hit the dead end, yo, it's fire on the crucifix. I'm losing it, trying to figure out who's the snitch. I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner. Hotter than a sauna, blazin' marijuana. Duckin' shots and regroup I buck back, yo. Cause fuck that, that?s where niggaz be getting snuffed at. Whatever's coming tell me, I'll take it on the chin. So for every sin, I'm blowing circles in the wind. Chorus x2 Verse 2 (Antonio Twice Thou) I inhale and blow it out. Stress calls, in the Source no doubt. I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker. I had a dream; it seems frustration took us. Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy?