Mortality
Some people aint coming home
Laid low, got you some money u stumbled on
Locked out, streets is somehow becoming home
Too many homies lost their life, to bullets entering they dome
How many flowers being laid on top of caskets
Every angle a victim to be attacked in
Every channel that I click through I see madness
Ain't no love in these streets so mine I ration
Guns is blasting
Innocent in front of barrels
Planned another burial no time for Christmas carols
Passage narrows and now we can see the arrows
Pointing at the house, at the end of that road
Inside a mother wailing she won't see her kid again
Was a good boy the news aint paint him innocent
Running in some business shoulda never meddled wit
Family out here arguing look what the fuck you did
This wall gone meet my fist, yo mama throwin fits!
Your honor can't dismiss, too many witnesses
Turned himself in, too scared we wouldn't miss!
Catch me outside how bout dat ya little bxtch
And so the cycle spins every brother gotta end
Every daughter lose a father, every son lose his friend
They say the truth hurts my fingers bleeding on the pen
Forgive me God I'm fighting devils in the den
Collecting money get donations from yo kin
Stories about you start "remember when"
Hard to fathom all this life oneday will end
Give me love, Give me light, Give me Zen
Philosophical thoughts, enlightenment
Opportunity knocked and let me in
Say a prayer for the souls we'll meet again
Mortal here's the bones & the skin
Some people aint coming home
Laid low, got you some money u stumbled on
Locked out, streets is somehow becoming home
Too many homies lost their life, to bullets entering they dome
How many flowers being laid on top of caskets
Every angle a victim to be attacked in
Every channel that I click through I see madness
Ain't no love in these streets so mine I ration
Guns is blasting
Now Let's talk retaliation
You took a life from us, how it feel when trading places?
None my people writing statements
All they seen was bloody pavements
Raised by Granny, neighborhood was labeled dangerous
Take your possessions and the ego that you came with
Had no direction niggas coulda made you famous
Took our resources in the ghetto left us hanging
From a tree and wonder why these niggas banging
Ask the broker who refused a brother's payment
Took recess and replaced it with arraignment
BLM, how come speech is the attainment
Where the justice I didn't choose this type of slavery
Unarmed killings, cops defense he shouldn't have made me
And if u speak on it you pulled the race card
Land of the free but you'll get stomped across the yard
By yo people, by yo self and by them boys
We was laughing police asked us what's the noise
We was passing niggas waved at us with toys
We was partying filled myself up with drugs
She was married but she made me fall in love
We was kids looked forward to growing up
We was jits the signs we threw um up
Attention didn't pay us good enough
When you pray hope u sending me one up
Some people aint coming home
Laid low, got you some money u stumbled on
Locked out, streets is somehow becoming home
Too many homies lost their life, to bullets entering they dome
How many flowers being laid on top of caskets
Every angle a victim to be attacked in
Every channel that I click through I see madness
Ain't no love in these streets so mine I ration
Laid low, got you some money u stumbled on
Locked out, streets is somehow becoming home
Too many homies lost their life, to bullets entering they dome
How many flowers being laid on top of caskets
Every angle a victim to be attacked in
Every channel that I click through I see madness
Ain't no love in these streets so mine I ration
Guns is blasting
Innocent in front of barrels
Planned another burial no time for Christmas carols
Passage narrows and now we can see the arrows
Pointing at the house, at the end of that road
Inside a mother wailing she won't see her kid again
Was a good boy the news aint paint him innocent
Running in some business shoulda never meddled wit
Family out here arguing look what the fuck you did
This wall gone meet my fist, yo mama throwin fits!
Your honor can't dismiss, too many witnesses
Turned himself in, too scared we wouldn't miss!
Catch me outside how bout dat ya little bxtch
And so the cycle spins every brother gotta end
Every daughter lose a father, every son lose his friend
They say the truth hurts my fingers bleeding on the pen
Forgive me God I'm fighting devils in the den
Collecting money get donations from yo kin
Stories about you start "remember when"
Hard to fathom all this life oneday will end
Give me love, Give me light, Give me Zen
Philosophical thoughts, enlightenment
Opportunity knocked and let me in
Say a prayer for the souls we'll meet again
Mortal here's the bones & the skin
Some people aint coming home
Laid low, got you some money u stumbled on
Locked out, streets is somehow becoming home
Too many homies lost their life, to bullets entering they dome
How many flowers being laid on top of caskets
Every angle a victim to be attacked in
Every channel that I click through I see madness
Ain't no love in these streets so mine I ration
Guns is blasting
Now Let's talk retaliation
You took a life from us, how it feel when trading places?
None my people writing statements
All they seen was bloody pavements
Raised by Granny, neighborhood was labeled dangerous
Take your possessions and the ego that you came with
Had no direction niggas coulda made you famous
Took our resources in the ghetto left us hanging
From a tree and wonder why these niggas banging
Ask the broker who refused a brother's payment
Took recess and replaced it with arraignment
BLM, how come speech is the attainment
Where the justice I didn't choose this type of slavery
Unarmed killings, cops defense he shouldn't have made me
And if u speak on it you pulled the race card
Land of the free but you'll get stomped across the yard
By yo people, by yo self and by them boys
We was laughing police asked us what's the noise
We was passing niggas waved at us with toys
We was partying filled myself up with drugs
She was married but she made me fall in love
We was kids looked forward to growing up
We was jits the signs we threw um up
Attention didn't pay us good enough
When you pray hope u sending me one up
Some people aint coming home
Laid low, got you some money u stumbled on
Locked out, streets is somehow becoming home
Too many homies lost their life, to bullets entering they dome
How many flowers being laid on top of caskets
Every angle a victim to be attacked in
Every channel that I click through I see madness
Ain't no love in these streets so mine I ration
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