Kennedy
Yeah (yeah)
This dedicated to my dog in that cell
Waiting for the mail to come
I know you probably feel like people forgot about you
For my people stuck in the projects
Yeah (yeah)
Mama, I'ma get you that house you always wanted in the hills of the city
Where cops never patrol, let me take you back to '96
Where me and black kids would co-exist and race wouldn't exist
All we wanted was that 23 jersey by the Chicago bulls (yeah, yeah)
I got older, so I had to follow prison rules (yeah)
They separate us, give us guns, want us to hate us
Another funeral, checkmate, homie they played us
It's like a dream we never wake up from
Tryna ignore the pain, we just blaze one up
Mama don't shed no tears, my intentions are great, yeah (yeah)
I'll get you out of section eight now
I know you hope I find a righteous girl
Remain calm, blindfolded in a white man's world (white man's world)
The streets told me many secrets
Either you dying from a gunshot or diabetes (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If they tell you that it's cancer, then you'll never beat it
Ask the government, they'll tell you what it is they feed us
They'll probably put me on the news and tell you that I'm a hoodlum
Tell you some lies about me, like the way they did to Muslims
Rest in peace, that's the end of me
They putting prices on my head
Damn, don't forget the Kennedy's (yeah)
They putting prices on my head
Damn, don't forget the Kennedy's
I'm out (I'm out)
President don't understand my kind (my kind)
That's why it's hard for me to smile homie (smile homie)
I think they tryna bring me down homie (bring me down homie)
I think they tryna bring us down (bring us down)
President don't understand my kind (my kind)
That's why it's hard for me to smile, homie (smile homie)
I think they tryna bring me down, homie (bring me down, homie)
I think they tryna bring us down (bring us down)
Check it, yeah
I used to look out my window, my heartbeat didn't match my life's tempo (yeah)
I was moving quick, hanging with the troubled kids
They would go to class, and I was tryna hustle this
Being poor was never easy, I could never lie (never)
Half the time I was blind, gangsta' juvenile
A single woman on welfare never gave up (up)
Under pressure, that's the only way I came up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now there's no telling where I might be (yeah)
Tryna forget my pain, smoking 'til my eyes bleed (yeah)
I'm in the dark, tryna turn on my high beams
With a couple drugs stuffed in my Nike's (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cortez, baggy pants and a white-tee (white-tee)
The intention in my soul is what defines me
I wanna be a better father than my father was (yeah)
Become a millionaire and kick it with my youngest son, yeah
Yeah
President don't understand my kind (my kind)
That's why it's hard for me to smile, homie (smile homie)
I think they tryna bring me down, homie (bring me down, homie)
I think they tryna bring us down (bring us down)
President don't understand my kind (my kind)
That's why it's hard for me to smile, homie (smile homie)
I think they tryna bring me down, homie (bring me down, homie)
I think they tryna bring us down (bring us down)
This dedicated to my dog in that cell
Waiting for the mail to come
I know you probably feel like people forgot about you
For my people stuck in the projects
Yeah (yeah)
Mama, I'ma get you that house you always wanted in the hills of the city
Where cops never patrol, let me take you back to '96
Where me and black kids would co-exist and race wouldn't exist
All we wanted was that 23 jersey by the Chicago bulls (yeah, yeah)
I got older, so I had to follow prison rules (yeah)
They separate us, give us guns, want us to hate us
Another funeral, checkmate, homie they played us
It's like a dream we never wake up from
Tryna ignore the pain, we just blaze one up
Mama don't shed no tears, my intentions are great, yeah (yeah)
I'll get you out of section eight now
I know you hope I find a righteous girl
Remain calm, blindfolded in a white man's world (white man's world)
The streets told me many secrets
Either you dying from a gunshot or diabetes (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If they tell you that it's cancer, then you'll never beat it
Ask the government, they'll tell you what it is they feed us
They'll probably put me on the news and tell you that I'm a hoodlum
Tell you some lies about me, like the way they did to Muslims
Rest in peace, that's the end of me
They putting prices on my head
Damn, don't forget the Kennedy's (yeah)
They putting prices on my head
Damn, don't forget the Kennedy's
I'm out (I'm out)
President don't understand my kind (my kind)
That's why it's hard for me to smile homie (smile homie)
I think they tryna bring me down homie (bring me down homie)
I think they tryna bring us down (bring us down)
President don't understand my kind (my kind)
That's why it's hard for me to smile, homie (smile homie)
I think they tryna bring me down, homie (bring me down, homie)
I think they tryna bring us down (bring us down)
Check it, yeah
I used to look out my window, my heartbeat didn't match my life's tempo (yeah)
I was moving quick, hanging with the troubled kids
They would go to class, and I was tryna hustle this
Being poor was never easy, I could never lie (never)
Half the time I was blind, gangsta' juvenile
A single woman on welfare never gave up (up)
Under pressure, that's the only way I came up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now there's no telling where I might be (yeah)
Tryna forget my pain, smoking 'til my eyes bleed (yeah)
I'm in the dark, tryna turn on my high beams
With a couple drugs stuffed in my Nike's (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cortez, baggy pants and a white-tee (white-tee)
The intention in my soul is what defines me
I wanna be a better father than my father was (yeah)
Become a millionaire and kick it with my youngest son, yeah
Yeah
President don't understand my kind (my kind)
That's why it's hard for me to smile, homie (smile homie)
I think they tryna bring me down, homie (bring me down, homie)
I think they tryna bring us down (bring us down)
President don't understand my kind (my kind)
That's why it's hard for me to smile, homie (smile homie)
I think they tryna bring me down, homie (bring me down, homie)
I think they tryna bring us down (bring us down)
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Gonzalez, Diamond Foth
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