Intro
Its a lot of things that's been going on
I just been trying to cope with it all
You know
Mentally, Physically
Keep my distance where its due
You told me I've been asking of you to much
You don't know if this could last
You been hiding in your feelings
Unsure about the future
You been focused on your past
Every time I tell you, you can let go
You tell me that its way to much to grasp
They try to hide the fact they been doing dirt
Well, I can see the footprints in the grass
Man, I don't get a break unless i take one
Man Im dying if Im lying like a rug
I seen a flight boy i really had to take one
How the fuck did I jus end up as the plug
You know life is really crazy when you think about it
See everything ain't really as it seems
They still hanging black folks, they don't talk about it
So tell me when will god intervene
I'm trying to find another way to live this lifestyle
But we all deal with struggles in between
Being black and from the ghetto not a lifestyle
Scared to sleep cuz they might kill me and my dreams
But I can't show no fear and i can't shed none
We survived when supplied with only breadcrumbs
When the waters over run with just red rum
We will rise with the tide of the said ones
We will honor the alive and the dead ones
Yea
I just been trying to cope with it all
You know
Mentally, Physically
Keep my distance where its due
You told me I've been asking of you to much
You don't know if this could last
You been hiding in your feelings
Unsure about the future
You been focused on your past
Every time I tell you, you can let go
You tell me that its way to much to grasp
They try to hide the fact they been doing dirt
Well, I can see the footprints in the grass
Man, I don't get a break unless i take one
Man Im dying if Im lying like a rug
I seen a flight boy i really had to take one
How the fuck did I jus end up as the plug
You know life is really crazy when you think about it
See everything ain't really as it seems
They still hanging black folks, they don't talk about it
So tell me when will god intervene
I'm trying to find another way to live this lifestyle
But we all deal with struggles in between
Being black and from the ghetto not a lifestyle
Scared to sleep cuz they might kill me and my dreams
But I can't show no fear and i can't shed none
We survived when supplied with only breadcrumbs
When the waters over run with just red rum
We will rise with the tide of the said ones
We will honor the alive and the dead ones
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Isiah Pointer
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