(Verse 1) Young man You ain't got a plan You just wanna hustle Get money how you can I don't understand How it's cool pop a zan I ain't even judging I'm just tryna understand Know too many people that be druggin for the fans Know too many people that be snitching on their mans Know too many people that be running from the vans Young black men that never had a Chance Cuz chance don't let you Chose you parents End up in a system Thats Against you its Apparent Still you chose To act like you ain't even caring Always at the store but You ain't running errands At least pick your pants up Fix your appearance Cuz being is black hard enough Now tell me what your plan is x2
(Hook) Young man I know you lost in these things You willl overcome Broth you X2
(Verse 2) My uncle thought He was a angle Smoking angle dust It's crazy how the hood can Attack you from different angles bruh Tryna understand Why they think that we are inferior The dominant culture The ones that feel so superior They wanna get rid of ya / They wanna see me dead broke Or both They wanna see me hate my own folk Cut the rope Or the throat Of another And Its all the white yolk / It's kinda sad I had to do it with no dad But I'm glad that I made it / Just to show the People that been through it You can make it too You can make it too
Forget your excuses Life is short Then its deuces And the truth is No ones going to care Exactly what ur truth is
So open your eyes and understand youngman you gotta reach 4 the prize
(Hook) Young man I know you lost in these things You willl overcome Broth you X2 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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