Jungle

Gotta to focus on your hustle
They sending shots it ain't subtle
Eye on the prize we can't fumble
Got to make it out the jungle
Got to make it out the jungle
Got to make it out the jungle

I'm from west side where they bang a lot
I got a bad piece by my side she hot
I've been dodging police
I'm in the street
I ain't even do no wrong I'm just trying to be free
They say liberty and justice for all
But my skin don't match the portrait on the wall
Instead they're telling me that I fit the description
This is sick man what's the prescription I know

Gotta to focus on your hustle
They sending shots it ain't subtle
Eye on the prize we can't fumble
Got to make it out the jungle
Got to make it out the jungle
Got to make it out the jungle

Counting figures still nigga still nigga
My hands are up don't shoot I'm pleading with you
Officer my home's right down the street
And all my infos in the glove give me a second to reach
But may I ask sir what's the reason that you pulled me over
When they're going much faster than me
Step out the car
What's the charge I'm just asking you see
I need back up suspect is resisting arrest
I thought they said

Gotta to focus on your hustle
They sending shots it ain't subtle
Eye on the prize we can't fumble
Got to make it out the jungle
Got to make it out the jungle
Got to make it out the jungle

Can you see the nooses
Truth is the system was designed like this
And we weren't meant to climb like this
Straight fruit hanging from the tree
Straight fruit blood on the leaves
400 years where's our liberty
No justice no peace peace
Who will survive in America
Who will survive when all we keep hearing is

Gotta to focus on your hustle
They sending shots it ain't subtle
Eye on the prize we can't fumble
Got to make it out the jungle
Got to make it out the jungle
Got to make it out the jungle



Credits
Writer(s): Yaw Owusu
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