Keep the Faith
I'm tryna keep the faith
I ain't got dreams of pushing no wraith
I got dreams of all my niggas out the cage
100 Bags in the safe
But that shits seeming like a pipe dream
Cos all my niggas do is push packs to white fiends
Out of necessity while you do this for status
I remember seeing my nigga Korz in the papers
Lifes too real lifes too short
So pray your story stands tall up in court
Cos on these dark blocks we spark Glocks
Niggas minds blown off of star-dog
Whipping white in the kitchen but the food just can't lock
That shits a nightmare the realist niggas living life quite scared
Cause tomorrow ain't promised and none of these bitches ain't honest
Hollywood got a 4 for a sim card up in foreign
In the city shits rotten
One time for the dead cos none of you ain't forgotten
Living like Gotham but we ain't got no Batmans
We got crack smokers in the deck of cards I ain't tryna be the Jokers
Sometimes lifes hopeless treated like animals getting hunted by these Poachers
Or these slave masters in jailhouses we remain captured
Tryna make sure my thinking don't stay backwards
Go back in history there ain't a thing that we ain't mastered
This ones for my killers dealers robbers and the chain snatchers
I don't brag about selling you know how many lives I done ruined
Thinking forward I ain't worried bout the ruins
Cos now we in a concrete jungle where the weak fold up and crumble
I noticed life ain't giving me nothing while I'm humble
Housings expensive got war veterans sleeping on benches
In 25 years I done lost pure friendships
But I guess that's how the cookie crumbles
Was on the right track for a second then I fucking fumbled
In a city full of high rises live wires
Until time expires we gotta make a change now
Cos the street life ain't no playground
Young kids getting laid out over that beige brown
For inmates on political imprisonments even though they're innocent
George Jackson mind they're calling me a militant
Been in oppression so long they forgot about freedom
Might be a red taping the next time that we see them
On a dark night I swear we need a dark knight
So much shit I seen in life that I can't write
Could be a casket
44 Left a nigga stretched on the high street like elastics
Tryna get paid from this rap shit
So I can have the mansion with the ten rooms
I cherish life but know it could end soon
Cos we did shit for the principle
We winning the beef right now but that don't make us invincible
I ain't got dreams of pushing no wraith
I got dreams of all my niggas out the cage
100 Bags in the safe
But that shits seeming like a pipe dream
Cos all my niggas do is push packs to white fiends
Out of necessity while you do this for status
I remember seeing my nigga Korz in the papers
Lifes too real lifes too short
So pray your story stands tall up in court
Cos on these dark blocks we spark Glocks
Niggas minds blown off of star-dog
Whipping white in the kitchen but the food just can't lock
That shits a nightmare the realist niggas living life quite scared
Cause tomorrow ain't promised and none of these bitches ain't honest
Hollywood got a 4 for a sim card up in foreign
In the city shits rotten
One time for the dead cos none of you ain't forgotten
Living like Gotham but we ain't got no Batmans
We got crack smokers in the deck of cards I ain't tryna be the Jokers
Sometimes lifes hopeless treated like animals getting hunted by these Poachers
Or these slave masters in jailhouses we remain captured
Tryna make sure my thinking don't stay backwards
Go back in history there ain't a thing that we ain't mastered
This ones for my killers dealers robbers and the chain snatchers
I don't brag about selling you know how many lives I done ruined
Thinking forward I ain't worried bout the ruins
Cos now we in a concrete jungle where the weak fold up and crumble
I noticed life ain't giving me nothing while I'm humble
Housings expensive got war veterans sleeping on benches
In 25 years I done lost pure friendships
But I guess that's how the cookie crumbles
Was on the right track for a second then I fucking fumbled
In a city full of high rises live wires
Until time expires we gotta make a change now
Cos the street life ain't no playground
Young kids getting laid out over that beige brown
For inmates on political imprisonments even though they're innocent
George Jackson mind they're calling me a militant
Been in oppression so long they forgot about freedom
Might be a red taping the next time that we see them
On a dark night I swear we need a dark knight
So much shit I seen in life that I can't write
Could be a casket
44 Left a nigga stretched on the high street like elastics
Tryna get paid from this rap shit
So I can have the mansion with the ten rooms
I cherish life but know it could end soon
Cos we did shit for the principle
We winning the beef right now but that don't make us invincible
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Macleod
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