Choice

Never knew this
Shit was gon' happen
Thought that we was staccin'
Thought that we was good

Blame it on me
Blame it on trauma
Man you know you my momma had me all in Lynwood
Little young nigga, man I came up in the hood

But I never thought that I would really make it out
What I'm talking bout?
Could've been a nigga running in yo house
But instead I tried to take another route

Like I'm on the field
And I'm quaterbaccin'
So you know a nigga gotta call an audible

Man I got the skills
And I'm never lacking
Everything I do they tell me is impossible

But I show up and I got the job done
Got a little a liquor, pour it out for my son
Rip my nigga
Know your daddy really love you
Hope I get to see you one day when my time come

Got a lot of pain
So I take the lighter
Then I light it up and try to smoke it all away
Everyone judge
Keep it bottled up
Tell myself tomorrow gonna be a brighter day

But tomorrow comes and the sun don't show
I came up in a place where the ones won't go
Everybody kills 'cause they funds on low
Nobody got chose, I'm the one fasho

Lot of folks gone,
Lot of folks dying
Everybody scared man everybody sad
Member 8
Every night crying
Looking out the window I was waiting on my dad

But he never came
Guess he must of been at work
Tears from my eyes and they end up in shirt
Momma over hear, then she gotta dry my eyes
Baby go to bed cause we gotta go to church

Chillin' in church
Just a cold young kid
Sitting on my shoulder is a real big chip
Granny told me
Baby we gon represent Christ
But the hood like naw, nigga this crip!

Man I really got find my poise
Choose my blocc or I choose my voice
Time fenna tick, got a nigga feeling sicc
Damn I think I really gotta make my choice



Credits
Writer(s): Markus Henderson
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