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Life Expectancy

Hip-Hop/Rap

Life Expectancy was released on August 1, 2023 by Torcha Chamber Entertainment as a part of the album Chapter 54' Hierarchy

Song Details

AlbumChapter 54' Hierarchy

Release DateAugust 1, 2023

LabelTorcha Chamber Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM76

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Michael Octavious Parker

Michael Octavious Parker

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ka-Flame

Producer, Engineer

Torcha Chamber Studios

Torcha Chamber Studios

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(2'Pac speaks)

Southside Slater King, don't approach the field

Gang wars, cop cars, how we 'spose to live?

Drive bys, **** died, how we 'spose to chill?

Bullet shells, white chalk, and them broken pills

Blood stains, thugs hang, quick to tote, the steal

You say you wish a **** would, but you know, they will

Before you hit Twenty-one, just hope, you wrote, yo will

Cause they be twisting **** caps, like a broken seal

Mind gone, that reveals, that them folks, are ill

You start to come up, it's like the hood, vote to kill

The very essence of success, man that slope, is still

Slippery when wet, you can bet, they got that dope to deal

I just want my folks, to heal, from the pass trauma's

Reflecting back, on the questions, I would ask momma

Why the hood, full of drama and strife?

Getting killed or going to jail, seem to come with the life, right?

It's crazy, how the hood, will try to sacrifice ya

Fake friends, they pretend, they don't have to like ya

I'm just writing, what I witnessed, with my own eyes

In the slums, we don't seem to live them long lives

It's crazy, how the hood, will try to sacrifice ya

Fake friends, they pretend, they don't have to like ya

I'm just writing, what I witnessed, with my own eyes

In the slums, we don't seem to live them long lives

If we traded locations, you wouldn't survive

Exposed to a murder, just at the age of five

Spoke about it more than once, over time

Never thought about the years, it was molded in my mind

A pool of blood on the concrete, was honestly

A memory engraved, on that day, they let their guns speak

Pointed it at Me and Tasha, and told us, go back in the store

Dropped the ice cream, trying to make it in the door

While inside, man we heard a couple more

Shots from the Glock, the violence never stops

The sirens from the cops, was kind of, like a hood alarm

Ain't no sunshine, but we withstood the storms

Like we born, just to die in this hell

You try to prevail, then odds are, you die by them shells

Crazy how some gang members, tend to die by themselves

Brothers Fred, Martin, & Malcolm, was silenced as well, damn

It's crazy, how the hood, will try to sacrifice ya

Fake friends, they pretend, they don't have to like ya

I'm just writing, what I witnessed, with my own eyes

In the slums, we don't seem to live them long lives

It's crazy, how the hood, will try to sacrifice ya

Fake friends, they pretend, they don't have to like ya

I'm just writing, what I witnessed, with my own eyes

In the slums, we don't seem to live them long lives

(2'Pac Speaks)

Written by: Michael Octavious Parker

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