Swing Low

[Intro: POETIK]
Six-eighty-five, check
Check

[Verse 1: POETIK]
Let me take the time, dedicate a rhyme to those I hold close
The ones I still love even if my heart froze
Time broke up apart but some of y'all still down
Though we might have had problems, never mind us killed now
Reminisce I was a child, a lot of fans was around
Many moods have passed since a lot of y'all rest underground
Hard lessons learnt, hold tight, life is short
Only thing promised is death no matter what you thought
Still we abide by foolish and wicked ways
Ignorant to the fact we livin' in the last days
Crime might pay but it conceals no pension
Can't turn back the clock when you serve life in prison
And the boys you used to run with put in work and kick it
Can't even pick up a phone, don't even come and visit
Sad to see a family broken in tragedy
Can never truly find happiness when darkness is after me
If I could go back, I would've graduated top ten in my class
If I tried, I would've made it
Not just for education but to make my pops proud
Instead it's only trouble I bring, it wears him down
And I can say that I'm sorry, but it's only a word
'Cause I'm still an outlaw, still puttin' in work
Harsh words with my best friends, started throwin' fists
All over some bitch; tell me how it came to this
No sin is greater than the next, man, we all hu-man
Stressin' out over bills, sippin', spark the Cu-ban
It's been proven that alcohol don't pave a way for you
To walk up out of your problems (Nah, it only multiplies them)
Drugs bring destruction, I know that now
But if I knew it back then, would I still go that route?
Beefin' with my baby moms, stayin' around that much
Caught distance between us, now we're startin' to lose touch
You'll always be in my heart, and I'll see [?]
And to a beacon of light so out the dark we go
But until the sunrise, till that day, it [?] my eyes
I can only be me, for that I apologize

[Chorus: Aye Blocc]
Swing low
Sweet cherry air
Coming forth to carry me home
Swing low
Sweet cherry air
Coming forth to carry me home

[Verse 2: Uptown Swuite]
I dealt with lessons and situations that put me in a position to get it (what)
Missed it for the time being, I'm seeing the different me
Grown to study my ways, maneouvre the gauge, [?] stray
Bullets attempted to take me from the earth
But when I die, I'll bury myself if I dig the dirt (Yuh)
Liquor, it hurts my liver so stopped drinkin'
I'm thinkin' about gettin' loaded, gots to figure it out (Ah)
Put the barrel to my temple, goin' crazy, tryna figure it out
All the windows to my mind blacked out (Uh)
Evil that men do, I've buried a few in the crew
Committin' crimes for the hell of it, dude
Commissary food yacked up, minimum wage
Beats livin' your whole life 'hind a ball and a (Chain)
He banged on [?] then I ran in the rain
The authorities came to the crib and took me away (Hey)
Seem to follow me wherever I go
Real G's governed by rules of these fabricated codes (Bust)
I rolls from the California concrete
Close rallies defeated, the restin' at my (Feet)
Drop dimes and I'm turnin' my cheek, keepin' my tongue in my cheek
Blessin' my row where the warrior [?]
'Cause they come and they go, where the change brings some of the cold
South of the fam and I'm standin' alone
Puffin' O's into the ozone, stuck in my (Zone)
Salute the real mothereffin' cologne (Calm)
All my sins, I own it
Keep with me till the day I'm redeemed
Take for a real uce to know what I mean (Know what I mean?)

[Chorus: Aye Blocc]
Swing low
Sweet cherry air
Coming forth to carry me home
Swing low
Sweet cherry air
Coming forth to carry me home

[Verse 3: POETIK]
It's been a minute, dawg, I heard you got kids
Fresh out the pens too, I heard you got big
Still holdin' down the West Side, yeah, that's my brother
'Member them old school lunch days, scrappin' over killers?
Middle finger to the principal, I miss them times
Used to skip class and get high then kick them rhymes
Then I dropped out, packed up and moved out south
Ragtide got the thuggin' and mobbin' like [?] mouth
Flag high so you know what we 'bout, don't ask why
Gang signs get thrown in the air where you pass by
Before the old markets closed, [?], there was the spot
Go cop a fresh seat and go half on a box
'05 was when I first laid eyes on ol' girl
Used to stroll through the [?] holler at ol' girl
Wish I could be your best friend, you know you the baddest
Still in the hood shinin' like a ghetto classic
We still in the hood pushin' foils and plastic
In the 6-eighty-5, it's still Vital Status
And Ami still around; so what, I'm still breathing
Yeah, you missed, motherfucker; guess what? I ain't leaving
I like livin' this life given I'ma keep at it
Better show some tight aim if you came to start static
Stackin' dividends; will never end, the ball keeps rollin'
Her karma's 'bout to get me for the shit that I've stolen
Fake friends turned snitch, tell the Lord that I'm holdin'
You sold the South, you a bitch for that crack you smokin'
And it breaks my heart 'cause you was like my brother though
But now you like a White supremacist, bitch, so die slow
[?], C-Dawgs, my real usos know
Strength and loyalty divine, sweet cherry and swing low
Swing low, patty wagon, take me away

[Chorus: Aye Blocc]
Swing low
Sweet cherry air (Cherry air)
Coming forth to carry me home (Carry me home)
Swing low
Sweet cherry air
Coming forth to carry me home (Me [?], carry me home)

[Outro: Aye Blocc]
Swing low, swing low
Sweet cherry air