Easter Sunday

I remember back in the days bookbags and hallways
We skip school for the trap and shoot dice at the four way
We used to hustle the day
I hate to say crime pays
Put me back on my feet I'm blessed to see another day
I ain't where I wanna be but I came along way from wearing black chucks
Shoot your ass broad day
I'll make it feel like Easter sunday and make your whole family pray
You can tell I'm from the struggle see the pain that's on my face
I just lost another family member but God dont make mistakes
Momma told me count my blessings each and every other day
Bitch I'm puffing on that gas tryin to smoke my pain away
Money duffle and my bag taking trips that's out of state
So You either ride or get rode on it ain't no other way
Niggas claiming that they real but they really in the way
They will stab you in the back while they smiling in your face
And today is Easter Sunday let us bow our heads and pray



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Writer(s): Chas Marshall
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