Chris Sawyer

Now, I got a story to tell

About a boy from Dena that was pretty as hell

No homo but this kid had all the females

Dark skin around 6'2", enough detail

Always had the fitted and shoes was retail

Every click in Dena, this cat would trail

Counterlight to his height, his face was frail

Had a voice that didn't ring a bell

The legend is what they called him he fucked clean

I guess everything isn't really what it seams

The more misery the more he thinks about his dreams

And having the bling, because he never had the finer

things

The only thing the legend was good at was basketball

He can shoot and make it from half court to basketball

He would play from broad day light 'til after dark

And would play in the park until he saw the narcs

The position of the daughters on him like blood on

sharks

The only thing they wanted to do was act tark

I guess the weed got to him when the castles pictured

it

Cause he started talking crazy acting all ridiculous

What happened to the kid was all so innocent

He even changed the group of friends that he was kickin

with

Putting his nose in something that he didn't even have

no business in

After a while he got gross he thought the world was

shady

He stayed with chicks at the house drivin him crazy

That was the problem with Chris and the ladies

Couldn't leave him alone now he havin a baby

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He coulda been a doctor, he coulda been a lawyer

This is the story about Chris Sawyer