This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies His ma’ smoked the crack while she was pregnant so he can't even help that he crazy He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal
I ain't have nobody to give me no hope I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke I used to wish that my daddy was livin' I had a dream that I seen him as ghost I used to act up when I went to school Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt Wanted my family to come to my games My mama couldn't make it 'cause she was at work Lived with my grandma, she took me to church Really no I ain't wanna go Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket And her forehead was cold I was like 4 years old We couldn’t afford no clothes It was hand me down Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now? Got a black judge tryna tear me down All this jail time probably wear me down Turn the lights off in the bathroom Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary" now Havin’ nightmares about Candyman With the tool on me like a handyman Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it, man" Had to see the footage on a camera, man On the pavement, with his brains out With the white sheet, he was laid out Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?" It was like this when I came out What the fuck is you really complaining 'bout? I know niggas that's never gon’ make it out This that shit you won't see in the media Poor get poorer and the rich gettin' greedier Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them This the belly of the beast, you won't make it out Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up And my momma told, "Nigga, keep it up You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up" Remember, nobody never believed in us When they see us now, they can't believe it's us, no
I think it's funny how We used to go to school, play SEGA's And then, next thing you know, you runnin' 'round with Glock .40s We ain't never believed in the police, they was shootin' us
Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects What they gon' do with us? Can't call the cops yet You might just get popped at 'Cause they the ones shootin' us I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet God yet 'Cause I'm on the block where It's just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us They know we in poverty When I went to court, the judge said, "Meek, you a menace to society" Huh, you said, you would give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me? 16 more years of probation, you know you gon' get some more time on me, huh Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies She was fourteen, actin' like she eighty Got pregnant by a nigga that was locked up in them cages And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)
See, I got homie that's a billionaire And I be tryin' to explain it to him like If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job and she doing eight hours a day And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell, who the fuck gon' babysit?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
