Sing My Song

(Intro: Jay-z)

O, O, O, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks

(Chorus: Omilio Sparks)

Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song

Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over

Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song

Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga

(Verse 1: Omilio Sparks)

I come from scrambling and gambling men

Starving stomach touching I hustle with the hand of hand men

But the ambition got the tables turning

Cuz now I coach coke up for the post

I let seven go like Chicago did Tony Kukoc

Let them falls revolve through a ski coat

Keep in mind this nigga ain't got no dough

Committed crime and all he did was switch coke

And that's gangsta

In the hood that I know 4 niggas at least 7 dead

And 3 injured and that's danger

Enough to put the cops under pressure

That's why we never listen to mami's lectures

The techs the only thing that can protect ya

That's why we scream fuck these coppers

And tote gats big enough that as soon as they poppin

Have you screaming louder then the opera

Now roam through the streets of Philly

With a nigga so you can understand a lil betta

(Chorus: Omilio Sparks)

Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song

Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over

Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song

Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga

(Verse 2: Oschino)

Yo my song is like Louis Armstrong's but instead of blowing the flute

I was blowing Glocks of the roof

I've seen a lot of my friends in a box in a suit

It happens so often you don't get a chance to regroup

My life is like a song and I'm singing this sad ballad

Wearing that same weared sweater like Fat Albert

One thing about O you can't call him a snitch

Been shot nine times and never approached the bench

Remember us struggling like it was just yesterday

Matter of fact it was yesterday

Welcome to the ghetto this close to a hearse

At a funeral the first time I went in a church

But I pray to Allah to panewat the aisle

I can't crack down man I got to be a fighter

The song don't change cuz we signed to a lable

We still caught bad breaks like Hardaway ankles

(Chorus: Omilio Sparks)

Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song

Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over

Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song

Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga

(Verse 3: Omilio Sparks)

Yo now Jeremiah stay madder then a muthafucka

Till he had 40 money champagne wishes

Argues on corners with hood rat bitches

Looking at what he had for role models bunch a alcoholics and junkies

Riding in 77 caddies smoking on Woollies tote on long rusty revolvers

Sticking up young workers for they packages

Like fuck coppers cuz basically the Rolling Stones be homeless

So when the cops catch us they don't run from em

They figure three hots and a cot it'll be alright with em

Plus niggas they ain't seen in a while they be uniting there

Making home made wine shooting the breeze

Smoking squares at the chi chis

Self-made whackers razorblades tape and toothbrushes

Life is school to the new comers

Shit the closest they come to the bricks

Is Donald Goines books

Life's a bitch in the beginning

(Chorus: Omilio Sparks)

Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song

Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over

Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song

Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga