Broken Dreams
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Yeah
Show me the way Out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out
Uh
Kisha
Always see her with the dope man
She staying out in no man's land, living like Lohan
Looking for someone to save her, but she's giving up on romance
Cuz she found out hella quick these niggas ain't nothin' but hoes and tricks
Fishin' for ballers watch her cast a net
She tryin' to leave pushin' a Benz or a bassinet
Her mama died and left her with a reality check
Now she tryina reap up, yo she past respect
Before she work, got to get right in the bathroom
Body marked up, but she don't have no tattoos
Let that white horse gon and sweep her mind away to a resort
Before he's deep in, Kisha's sipping martinis by the seashore
Lookin for the business she try to set 'em straight
Sometimes them niggas hesitate, but they never stay
Now she got enough to make it through the week
Though she tired of fucking for dollars she finds solace in the needle screaming.
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Feel like we bursting at the seams with shorties with broken dreams
Show me the way out
Oh why don't you show me the way out
But you don't feel me though
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Show me the way out
You don't feel me though
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out
Oh
Lil Malique was born and raised in the Chi
About 10 or 11 when he ran away from his ma
His papa was a rolling stone, his mom was smoking that rock
See his family couldn't help him so he ran to the block
Yeah
See, the school tried to teach him but they lost him
Lil homey dropped out and got caught up in gang culture
He say I'm reppin' my squad to the fullest
Every day he left his house on some ready to die bullshit
Lil malique was walkin' home when them shots hit him
Ambulance came and took him to the hospital
His homeys crowd around saying you can beat this
He took a deep breath and said peep this
The streets feel hotter than Sierra Leone
And I'm just waiting on my chariot to carry me home
And the cops act like it ain't even happen
Shit
Guess to them, just another young black male in a casket
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Feel like we bursting at the seams with shorities with broken dreams
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
But you don't feel me though
Show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Yo
Show me the way out
But you don't feel me though
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out
Oh
It seem like everybody hurting from Tallahassee to Ferguson
Every soul birthed to this Earth is searching for purpose
Teachers and media got you questioning what your worth is
Surfing life's obstacles, most of us tryin' persist
Half of us underwater, just tryina swim to the surface
We tryina buy our freedom, don't know how to make that purchase
You tryina kill the monster, then why would you burn your village
That's like cutting off your hand and hoping your enemies feel it
Yeah
That's just a word from the wise to the rioters
Seems like instead of free they wanna see us die in cuffs
Or locked up in the system, they don't wanna see us rising up
The cops are trying to cover up
The people said you lied enough
We all lacking direction
Guess that's why we say in God we trust
We all slaves homey
Something gotta change
See we slaves to the system, slaves to the wealth
Locked up in the chains that we made for our self, man
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Feel like we bursting at the seams with shorties with broken dreams
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Yeah
Show me the way out
But you don't feel me though
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out, oh
Yeah
Show me the way Out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out
Uh
Kisha
Always see her with the dope man
She staying out in no man's land, living like Lohan
Looking for someone to save her, but she's giving up on romance
Cuz she found out hella quick these niggas ain't nothin' but hoes and tricks
Fishin' for ballers watch her cast a net
She tryin' to leave pushin' a Benz or a bassinet
Her mama died and left her with a reality check
Now she tryina reap up, yo she past respect
Before she work, got to get right in the bathroom
Body marked up, but she don't have no tattoos
Let that white horse gon and sweep her mind away to a resort
Before he's deep in, Kisha's sipping martinis by the seashore
Lookin for the business she try to set 'em straight
Sometimes them niggas hesitate, but they never stay
Now she got enough to make it through the week
Though she tired of fucking for dollars she finds solace in the needle screaming.
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Feel like we bursting at the seams with shorties with broken dreams
Show me the way out
Oh why don't you show me the way out
But you don't feel me though
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Show me the way out
You don't feel me though
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out
Oh
Lil Malique was born and raised in the Chi
About 10 or 11 when he ran away from his ma
His papa was a rolling stone, his mom was smoking that rock
See his family couldn't help him so he ran to the block
Yeah
See, the school tried to teach him but they lost him
Lil homey dropped out and got caught up in gang culture
He say I'm reppin' my squad to the fullest
Every day he left his house on some ready to die bullshit
Lil malique was walkin' home when them shots hit him
Ambulance came and took him to the hospital
His homeys crowd around saying you can beat this
He took a deep breath and said peep this
The streets feel hotter than Sierra Leone
And I'm just waiting on my chariot to carry me home
And the cops act like it ain't even happen
Shit
Guess to them, just another young black male in a casket
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Feel like we bursting at the seams with shorities with broken dreams
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
But you don't feel me though
Show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Yo
Show me the way out
But you don't feel me though
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out
Oh
It seem like everybody hurting from Tallahassee to Ferguson
Every soul birthed to this Earth is searching for purpose
Teachers and media got you questioning what your worth is
Surfing life's obstacles, most of us tryin' persist
Half of us underwater, just tryina swim to the surface
We tryina buy our freedom, don't know how to make that purchase
You tryina kill the monster, then why would you burn your village
That's like cutting off your hand and hoping your enemies feel it
Yeah
That's just a word from the wise to the rioters
Seems like instead of free they wanna see us die in cuffs
Or locked up in the system, they don't wanna see us rising up
The cops are trying to cover up
The people said you lied enough
We all lacking direction
Guess that's why we say in God we trust
We all slaves homey
Something gotta change
See we slaves to the system, slaves to the wealth
Locked up in the chains that we made for our self, man
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Feel like we bursting at the seams with shorties with broken dreams
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Yeah
Show me the way out
But you don't feel me though
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Show me the way out
Oh, why don't you show me the way out
Why don't you
Show me the way out, oh
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Writer(s): Ellaun Williams
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