Texty

Yo, everybody scream PEACE In my city, nine died in a week Hoping for the future but I really wanna weep For the kids who witnessing all the violence in the street Yeah I'm a BLACK MAN stressed to the max It's hard enough but gotta fear getting shot in your back By the same skin color shit badge or not Rebel without a cause Cuz pass the Glock We gone spray this bitch up let 'em know that it's real 'Cause to THEM we still niggas in the field Never make it out the hood unless we sell dope or luck up and get a record deal So we tote steel 'cause it make us feel powered, on the block hand to hand by the hour You know that old school shit, went at it for so long, that we ain't even stop to take showers nigga My bloodlines deep Since when is the value of a life so cheap Catch a body over sneaks But you can't put the food on yo table for your little one to eat Your state of mind is fucked, admit it, been crying the same story for a minute Rather take from somebody everyday that try, come on y'all I just don't get it HELP ME I need to understand where the love went, what happened to the drive UHH What happened to the PEACE that we ALL need, I guess it just died 'Cause I'm trying to live righteous in spite of all the madness and doing what I need to provide Just because I'm running on a road that got potholes in it, don't mean that it'll break my stride Look, I'm caught up in my feelings y'all just bare with me Who gone really ride if shit get really shifty Repenting for sinning GOD forgive me If I die, how many would really miss me Life weighing on my mental Bow my head and say a prayer for my Kin Folk UHH The world's fucked and we need hope We all staring out a CONCRETE WINDOW YEAH Life weighing on my mental Bow my head and say a prayer for my Kin Folk UHH The world's fucked and we need hope We all staring out a CONCRETE WINDOW
Writer(s): Christopher Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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