(Used to be a dreamer) (But you know I've found...)
Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail On the visit with Lil' Papi, it hurt Even though I seen her be well They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
And even worse, my dad black, don't wanna see me do well It's either that or black people for sale Gave me 2 to 4 years like, "Fuck your life" Meet me in hell and let it burn like Lucifer You look even stupider tryin' to impress them people in power with power abusin' us For 44 dollars a hour, you coward, they're using you Was it self-hate that made you send me upstate? This where the so-called "Real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes And that's your phone time If you ain't got no money, you ain't online Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them all prime Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of them Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon be a cold summer Your son trappin' and your homie givin' O's to him And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him And them people ain't finna give no parole to you They want blood
We all hangin' with a noose on our neck My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check We still niggas though, what you expect?
I just want I was on the corner with the wreath Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom See my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Huh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mamma And the drugs got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the walls
Ain't no PTSD's, them drugs keep it at ease They shot that boy twenty times when they coulda told him just freeze Coulda put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed "The ambulance, it comin' baby, just breathe" That's what the old lady said when she screamed It's Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th And in the 13th Amendment, it don't say that we kings It say we legally slaves if we go to the pen
They told Kaep "Stand up, you wanna play for a team" And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (Stay woke) If you don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for somethin' And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you'd probably be killed But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled (Check it) And they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled
I just want I was on the corner with the wreath Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom See my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Huh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mamma And the drugs got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the walls
How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail? Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale Them cold nights startin' to feel like hell, uhh Watching a black woman take my freedom Almost made me hate my people When they label you felon, it's like they tellin' you they not equal 11 years goin' to court knowin' they might keep you will drive you crazy 23 hours in a cell, somebody save me I'm on a jail car, tryna explain it to my baby I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe Trauma
I just want I was on the corner with the wreath Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom See my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Huh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mamma And the drugs got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the wallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
