Open Wounds - Woodie, Lil Los

Still in touch with them sidewalks but most the time

Block to block my ride squats, I’m supposed to find

A way up out these streets but the Yoc keeps callin' my name

F*ck the money and the fame if suckaz want me to change

Cause I only know how to act one way

Ready for the gunplay, Monday thru Sunday

Many open woundz that still haven’t healed, my life is filled with

Eventually people I have to kill I shall deal with

Just let me get this mil ticket, so I could do this dirt

Then hit the block and still kick it, leave many mothers hurt

Their boys didn’t make the cut,

They should have raised their sons to keep their f*ckin' mouth shut

Them tears, I could give a f*ck

For years I’ve been feelin' f*cked in the game

Since sixteen I’ve kept a pistol tucked within' range

F*cked in the brain in more ways than one

I reminisce back to the days when I could taste the blunt

When we would blaze our guns down at the tracks and practice

Shootin' wild rabbits, police could never catch us

Northside rivertown, highway 4 to second street

Is the area of the Yoc that infected me

These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they’ll never heal

They turn material witness just to catch a better deal

They’ll never find your body do to decomposer

Your death gettin closer cuz Wood need some closure

These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they’ll never heal

They turn material witness just to catch a better deal

They’ll never find your body do to decomposer

Your death is gettin' closer cuz Los need some closure