Trauma, Pt. II

I was the kid with the pen and a pad at all times
Got my A's, and mowed lawns on part time
Mama was in school to be a nurse
And my daddy worked hard for his kids
To stay away from all crimes (JD)
It was nice for a minute, till ya boy a little bit older
Friends had hit the streets, world stop listening
And women round me got a little bit colder
So I got my jacket but it won't protect me
My friends had beef and homie where that left me
Standing on my porch saying if it come to it
I'ma lay his ass out if he disrespect me
But we was only 13 nigga, this ain't how its posed to be nigga
The same two cats who'd teach me to rap
And now you saying that to pick teams my nigga
So he bought a loaded gun coming over my house
I told him my nigga you don't wanna figure this out
We still kid's, you should know this bigger than now
He said naw man I really wanna finish this now
But in time I got both to squash it
Both remained friends but I had grew cautious
Of this whole deal so I had cut loses
Dreamed of day 1s and homie this is not it
But it's all in due time
I Got my day 1 through my music and rhyme
When dealing with people I'm used to the lying
Who took all they knowledge and used it for crime
Why deal with the Drama when you can just shine
But cannot forget really when you were crying
Traumatic experience got me to grind
It hides in a box in the back of my mind and that's right
And that's the reason that it don't change
If I can just have my way
I'd fly to Zamunda, just wanna hop on that plane
I don't understand, they told me go back Africa, wait
But I never been, but that's an idea if you wanna just pay, hey
We so accustomed to the old ways
It's systematic we making effort but don't change
They do us dirty in the worst way
Don't say it's not about race when you always been in first place
I said WAIT, we always talking bout rage
They think we just want to panhandle our life when talking bout change
And it won't change and it's such a shame
They reasons ain't making sense
I been nickeled and dimed a quarter of my life
And I can still give you some tips
See I can't even move inside my house no more
Can't even sit up on my couch no more
I can't be rich, I can't be broke, I can't be alive
Cops are killing niggas by the dozen
Statistics on it really got me bugging
And how you think you feeling everyday now
Don't wanna scream rest in peace to my cousin
For these reasons, wanna skip past this season
Binge watched to many black people leaving
This earth without cause it stop my heart beating
Choking us out until we stop breathing

If you going through some shit just know I'll ride for you
If I didn't have nobody play this song and I'll cry with you
I'll shine this light for you
Why's that
And that's on trauma yeah
And that's on trauma yeah
And that's on trauma yeah
And that's on trauma, yo