[Verse 1] I'm tired of drive-bys and niggas with no drive That's down to ride and riot, bringin' down my environment Can't walk to the store to buy vitamins Without my iron and a fresh shirt that's ironed 'Cause if I'm dyin', then I'm flyin' into heaven Impressive, if it's my time, then At least wanna look good in my hood The same colors that the signs is The ones that leave your sister cryin' with Your mother, unc', pops and brother See, when I leave the house, I make I sure tell 'em I love ya Remember I was nine or ten, I wouldn't even say that I liked 'em 'Cause my parents would say they'd love one and other Then fight again, confused Eight year old me with a knife in hand Her throat in his, she ain't innocent either Life'll teach you, you should never try to fight a man Where do I begin and tell you why I'm gettin' high again? Why I'm fuckin' cryin' again? Young, thinkin' about killin' them both to stop the violence, man Fuck
[Chorus] I look good, but I'm not okay When you livin' in a hood where them shots gon' spray Where your house not a home, duck or lose your soul As a boy, they tell you it's not okay to cry To cry (Ayy)
[Verse 2] Cops, guns drawn, front lawn Pointed at my pops and mom, what's goin' on? Not no gang shit, violent domestic calls Neighbors done heard it all Late night in my room sad, wipin' tears on my durag Cops askin' "Which out of the two had who hands on who first?" "Officer, I have no idea, this flu hurt I been sleep this whole time, that's why I'm cryin'" They know that I'm lyin', 'cause they already don't care And feel like I been wastin' they time So they leave my bedroom, convict my moms for the crime I know she felt betrayed, it was all in her eyes My father had scars, but she thought that I chose no sides But matter of fact, I chose both sides, 'cause I chose none But trust me, I done seen everything that y'all both done But out of all that I seen whether nightmare or dream The one that hurt most, was your son Fuck
[Chorus] I look good, but I'm not okay When you livin' in a hood where them shots gon' spray Where your house not a home, duck or lose your soul As a boy, they tell you it's not okay to cry To cry (Ayy)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
