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Would you do it again?

Would you walk the same path, that your feet previously been?

Commit the exact same sins, that you previously sinned?

Go out the same doors, that you previously walked in?

Would you? -- If you could?

Would you do it again?



(Tha Poetic Son)



Good question...

Let me take a second, so I can point these words in the right direction

But to answer direct and quick ... Yeah I would

'Cause though my life has been hard -- I'm still all good

I can still stand like a man -- Just like I should

I can still look in my Mothers eyes and tell her I love her

I can still be that man that's like a Father to my brother

So if I could ... Indeed

And no I'm not proud of every one of my deeds

Especially since I know tonight I'ma bag a bundle of weed

But I do what I do, and continue to write my life to you

Since in the end when I'm gone...

I know the number that truly cares, will only amount to a few

So would I ... Hmm, yeah I would

I would stand on the same damn block,

Pumping the same damn rock,

Where my friend got shot -- And my team got knocked

'Cause it's situations like that, that'll firm your stock

And Id still get with that pretty young lady

Who ultimately tried to play me

By trying to pin on me a precious little baby

Yeah, that was shady -- But Id do it again

'Cause its things like living your life without a Father

That'll teach you that sometimes life feeds you fruits that are sour

And it's up to you to somehow make due

So Id do it again ... How 'bout you?



Would you do it again?

Would you walk the same path, that your feet previously been?

Commit the exact same sins, that you previously sinned?

Go out the same doors, that you previously walked in?

Would you? -- If you could?

Would you do it again?



(Tha Poet)



I've sinned and re-sinned and then prayed to repent,

It seems now the common question is- "Would you do it again?"

Would I relive the sleepless nights when my head was cloudy with stress,

No hopes of finding success as I retailed the pills of "X" ?

Yes.

Would I rewind to the time when trafficking narcotics was my crime,

When purchasing and then bagging- Then reselling consumed my time?

Would I redo those days that were passed by puffing "L's",

Would I reenact those nights when drugs were my escape from this hell?

Yes.

I'd do it all again because I regret nothing I've done,

Because 99% of my actions weren't committed while thinking of number one.

Moving drugs provided capital- Hope is hopeless when death is after you,

So you do what you have to do, to provide for those conceived after you.

"Fuck the world", was my attitude- And to extent it still is,

Shit, if I didn't have- Then my next move was to steal his.

My Life's been a real bizz- Nothing has been routine,

I had been homeless, lost a sibling, and nearly died twice....

All before I was 14.

Yea, I know, "Poor me"- But this is no sympathy plea,

You ask would I do it again?- Hell, I'd do more if the chance was given to me.

This talent was given to me- But then again so was this Life,

I never asked to be put on this Earth- I never asked to engage in this fight.

My rage may not be right- But I refuse to justify my actions,

I just played the hand I was dealt- It just happened to include illegal transactions.

You can judge me or hate me- Ridicule and outcast,

But if you ever slipped on these size 8.5's- You would not last.

It's a small foot, but a large shoe to fill- Where would you begin,

And if you made it to where I'm standing- Ask yourself.....

Would you do it again?