Where We From

You ever wonder where that pain go
Or that rainbow
You ever search for that pot of gold
I come from a place where the saints ain't go
Where the bottom cold
We conditioned to ride or down when drama rise its homicide
We just pray every night to a lord that we think we believe in
We ask him to make it home

Welcome to the trap with the gangsters
The killers and the mobsters
Hundred on the dash with no license
We put em to the race when the cops come
And we keep a Glock on the waist
We don't like the look on your face
You bound to get shot up
Got the nickel loaded and squeezing
Everybody around me ignorant with no reason
Ain't no trick or tricking, shoot up your board meeting
Or that ford that you and your boys be in
If it includes increasing the murder rate then of course we in
And blind fold em, pin em on his knees like boys to men
Here we go making dollars off of the porch again
Buying switches for our Glocks off the porcelain
All we know, homicide, demons, torture, sin
What would you do in this hell that they tossed us in
You ever wonder where that pain go
Or that rainbow
You ever search for that pot of gold
I come from a place where the saints ain't go
Where the bottom cold
We conditioned to ride or die, when drama rise its homicide
We just pray every night to a lord that we think we believe in
We ask him to make it home

We just ask that we make it home
Some of us do, some of us don't
Instead of taking the long way home
We'll cut through the traffic and we ain't ducking no smoke
It's a war outside no man is safe from
And for that reason I'm clutching this toast
Shoot first, ask questions later

That's something you should know
As some of you should know
If you don't take the long way home you'll get smoked
Oh, the war zone we living in, G.I. Joe

You gotta keep your heat on the pole only if you ain't low
Gotta keep the sea on the pole everywhere you go
Yeah, rain, sleet, or snow
Gotta be on the pole, let it blow

Yeah, everywhere you go
Gotta keep the pole, let it blow
You ever wonder where that pain go
Or that rainbow

You ever search for that bottom cold
I come from a place where the saints ain't go
Where the bottom cold
We conditioned two ride or die
When Drama rises its homicide
We just pray every night to a lord
That we think we believe in
We ask him to make it home