Lord Knows

Long life to you and yours i hope it's fun
2020 election I hope Oprah run
The drug game was killing families in 91
Seen my neighbor kill his own brotha for a couples ones
We was so poor
We really never ate much
Paper cups, plastic spoons, paper plate lunch
Some cold grits, cornflakes, and some grape punch
My Breakfast was dinner
Which is why we only ate once
My friends startin bangin I ain't saying names
I was 9 trey mang way before the gang
My OG he pulled me aside he told me give it up
You into writing poems designs n painting pictures bruh
This street shit you're gonna die there's no perimeters
A natural born citizen feeling like a visitor
So I left it all
And survived I was lucky
I make legal money and the street niggas love me
So I tell the youth stay in school to keep teaching you
And I ain't just saying this shit cause I'm a teacher too
You don't even know that you're a vessel and a vehicle
So please go and follow your dreams and just
Believe in you



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Writer(s): Kevin Weah
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