Let It Rain (Clean)

Look
There's no time to feel when you're in the field
Either you gon' make a killing or you gon' be killed
For your chain, there's no change unless we all build
F being real, I'm just saying how we all feel

We used to play out in the rain
Couldn't rein us in, God will wash away our pain
Now it's bout reigning supreme and chasing fame
But no matter how clean the bars are, there's still a stain

Cuz something was stolen from the Motherland
The battles within make it hard to understand
It feels like the other side has the upper-hand
Like how much can I change? I'm only one man

With only one plan
Praise the one in command
Shifting the game, got the keys, I'm whipping this thang
I let it bang

And I don't need a chain or gang
I just need to change what I bring (and that's for real)

Knock knock, who is it?
Couldn't answer doors cuz there was no babysitting
I find it kinda fitting

Cuz opportunities, they never knocked
And rules are hard-hitting when you're living by the block

Felt like it was written in stone
Riches alone could switch up the tone
Hustle and struggle, all that you've known
Down to the bone

Watching the throne
You see a chain you want for your own
So you let it ring like you ain't pick up the telephone

In the rain, now we letting it rain
Mama told us it would be this way
Mama told us it would be this way
But we still don't change

In the rain, now we letting it rain
Mama told us it would be this way
Mama told us it would be this way
But we still don't change

We didn't listen, now some ain't here
How many years is it gon' take to see this clear?
How much pain?

How long do we all gotta suffer?
Before we come together and start helping each other
This is our last shot
I'm calling game at the buzzer

And in order to win, we all need to recover
I mean the fathers, the mothers, the sisters, the brothers
And every race cuz the pain, it doesn't see colour

We all feel the same things but in different ways
19 on minimum wage or 47 and paid
Doesn't matter the stage, it don't make a difference
Same book, different pages we're flipping

Tryna hold on but the grip is slipping
So one grabs the pills, one grabs the steel
Both tryna kill
Things that they feel

One rips his bills, one writes his will
Both lost their will and it's raining still

In the rain, now we letting it rain
Mama told us it would be this way
Mama told us it would be this way
But we still don't change

In the rain, now we letting it rain
Mama told us it would be this way
Mama told us it would be this way
But we still don't change