Lies
Got a homie locked down for his whole life
Cause he beat a man to death with his bare hands
He was full of rage so i understand
Shit its crazy in this world for a black man
In the jungle everybody play tarzan
Tell the truth think we all need a catscan
As a git really wished it was a batman
Cause Detroit citys like gotham
badlands
Every single night i used to pray to god
Hoping he could make a way out
And every next morning when i woke up
Seen step pops on the couch laid out
Uncle Dirk used to shoot his 38 off
Right there by the bust stop
I was 13 hollerin bout police
Then he shot again yellin out fuck cops
See thats the shit black kids deal wit
A bunch of grown ups on some ill shit
Role model headed to liquor store
rollin in the car on the sidewalk real shit
Sometimes when i flashback
Thats why part of me is reckless
Why part of me is so careless
Why most of me is so fearless
I hope this touches yo spirit
Or sparks some shit in yo brain
No matter how bad life gets around u
Get off yo ass and go gain
Break them shackles and chains
Boss up and set ya self free
You aint gotta live and die in the ghetto
Like the old folks used to tell me
Lies
Life is what u make it
Hey i'm just statin facts
They say its too late make it
But im a make em take it back
I put that on my city and my sisters and my brothers and my momma nem
Only hang wit zeros if they got commas in em
Or pelle pelle coats wit a lama in em
Im a old head got get ya father dem
If ya 30 or below dnt bother him
From the tale of the tape and we scale up the weight
U cant box him
We dnt fit in the same square
But i came here cause i cant bare
All the shit that they do to black ppl
Or should i say the shit they got us doin to each other
Really cant believe how we fight and kill each other
Just to try and live like these white muhfuckas
Hlaf the designer shit ugly
Women out here fake as fuck
Made up like gumby
Kids out here imitating gangstas
We're embaramrassing with money
And u think the shit funny
Cause u got some chains and a fly whip
Thats slave shit we gotta break it
If we wanna make it in these races
With these racists
Tellin us blatant
Lies
Cause he beat a man to death with his bare hands
He was full of rage so i understand
Shit its crazy in this world for a black man
In the jungle everybody play tarzan
Tell the truth think we all need a catscan
As a git really wished it was a batman
Cause Detroit citys like gotham
badlands
Every single night i used to pray to god
Hoping he could make a way out
And every next morning when i woke up
Seen step pops on the couch laid out
Uncle Dirk used to shoot his 38 off
Right there by the bust stop
I was 13 hollerin bout police
Then he shot again yellin out fuck cops
See thats the shit black kids deal wit
A bunch of grown ups on some ill shit
Role model headed to liquor store
rollin in the car on the sidewalk real shit
Sometimes when i flashback
Thats why part of me is reckless
Why part of me is so careless
Why most of me is so fearless
I hope this touches yo spirit
Or sparks some shit in yo brain
No matter how bad life gets around u
Get off yo ass and go gain
Break them shackles and chains
Boss up and set ya self free
You aint gotta live and die in the ghetto
Like the old folks used to tell me
Lies
Life is what u make it
Hey i'm just statin facts
They say its too late make it
But im a make em take it back
I put that on my city and my sisters and my brothers and my momma nem
Only hang wit zeros if they got commas in em
Or pelle pelle coats wit a lama in em
Im a old head got get ya father dem
If ya 30 or below dnt bother him
From the tale of the tape and we scale up the weight
U cant box him
We dnt fit in the same square
But i came here cause i cant bare
All the shit that they do to black ppl
Or should i say the shit they got us doin to each other
Really cant believe how we fight and kill each other
Just to try and live like these white muhfuckas
Hlaf the designer shit ugly
Women out here fake as fuck
Made up like gumby
Kids out here imitating gangstas
We're embaramrassing with money
And u think the shit funny
Cause u got some chains and a fly whip
Thats slave shit we gotta break it
If we wanna make it in these races
With these racists
Tellin us blatant
Lies
Credits
Writer(s): Martez Lowery
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