Poverty
The act made them x pills easier to digest
Thank god cause I never died yet
RIP to Sandra bland it's crazy how they murdered her
Cops getting paid to take lives like a burglar
Hands never down cause I refuse to be a victim of the system
But the news article said I ain't listen
So now I'm barely breathing with some bullet holes all over my chest
Momma crying man I know this shit a mess
Fuck
The youth dying but really they just killing they self
Get some chains now them niggas really feeling they self
We gottah get em out the streets and let em know that it's another way
Young teen murdered by a cop is just another case
Flip it to the news just to see em post another face
Straight blacks, I ain't never seen em post another race
Crack babies thugging by the street lights
Grew up in the struggle got accustomed to the street life
I'm tryna be the answer to the problem on how to really survive
But you gottah pay attention and really open ya mind
How you claiming that you woke but you still ain't open ya eyes yet
Target on yo back and you ain't never reach yo time yet
Them babies on the corner like a stop sign
Fronting like you pushing work. niggas need to stop lying
I got it
A threat is when you fill ya self wit knowledge not some niggas wit a pistol
Who be waiting on some violence
Gone
Gotta come up with a better way
For us to have better days
Im telling you now cause we might not have another say
In puddles of blood they lay
So we'll be waiting, waiting on the world to change
Way too many funerals it's blood in my eyes, whoa
Having conversations wit the devil got my eyes closed
If I ever told you everything that I done been through, pain I've endured, it'll prolly have ya eyes swole
Shots ringing sounding like its music in the summer time
Fish fry's, R.I.P tee's, hella mommas crying
Pray my momma never have to see me wit a toe tag
Wish that I can say the same for Lyfe though
Product of the hood we was raised in
This one for my people who be feeling like they caged in you gottah make it out
Failure never was an option tryna make it out the drought
Money used to be the goal but all you niggas want is clout
Go invest into some property to build a better hood
Nip told em and I'm telling em it's never understood
Cause we rather kill a nigga for a mf street sign
The streets Bloody Mary mommas keep crying
Tone
We gotta come up with a better way
For us to have better days
Im tellin' you now cause we might not have another say
In puddles of blood they lay
So we'll be waiting, waiting on the world to change
Thank god cause I never died yet
RIP to Sandra bland it's crazy how they murdered her
Cops getting paid to take lives like a burglar
Hands never down cause I refuse to be a victim of the system
But the news article said I ain't listen
So now I'm barely breathing with some bullet holes all over my chest
Momma crying man I know this shit a mess
Fuck
The youth dying but really they just killing they self
Get some chains now them niggas really feeling they self
We gottah get em out the streets and let em know that it's another way
Young teen murdered by a cop is just another case
Flip it to the news just to see em post another face
Straight blacks, I ain't never seen em post another race
Crack babies thugging by the street lights
Grew up in the struggle got accustomed to the street life
I'm tryna be the answer to the problem on how to really survive
But you gottah pay attention and really open ya mind
How you claiming that you woke but you still ain't open ya eyes yet
Target on yo back and you ain't never reach yo time yet
Them babies on the corner like a stop sign
Fronting like you pushing work. niggas need to stop lying
I got it
A threat is when you fill ya self wit knowledge not some niggas wit a pistol
Who be waiting on some violence
Gone
Gotta come up with a better way
For us to have better days
Im telling you now cause we might not have another say
In puddles of blood they lay
So we'll be waiting, waiting on the world to change
Way too many funerals it's blood in my eyes, whoa
Having conversations wit the devil got my eyes closed
If I ever told you everything that I done been through, pain I've endured, it'll prolly have ya eyes swole
Shots ringing sounding like its music in the summer time
Fish fry's, R.I.P tee's, hella mommas crying
Pray my momma never have to see me wit a toe tag
Wish that I can say the same for Lyfe though
Product of the hood we was raised in
This one for my people who be feeling like they caged in you gottah make it out
Failure never was an option tryna make it out the drought
Money used to be the goal but all you niggas want is clout
Go invest into some property to build a better hood
Nip told em and I'm telling em it's never understood
Cause we rather kill a nigga for a mf street sign
The streets Bloody Mary mommas keep crying
Tone
We gotta come up with a better way
For us to have better days
Im tellin' you now cause we might not have another say
In puddles of blood they lay
So we'll be waiting, waiting on the world to change
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Writer(s): Antonio Nelson Jr
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