Verse:
See i'm from a place, where people can't explain
We all tryna live, even though a different way
Some people go to school while others learn from the street
Was born in a state where you can't learn from police, 5 to 10
I don't peep channel 2, cause FOX gone tell me something to mess up my mood
All the while the youth under impression, listening to these records
About how to use guns but no protection
So now they humping, lack the understanding barely comprehend what love is they take that shit for granted
And consequently, sex is given too quickly, so babies getting pregnant, different diseases spreading
Less college kids, more niggas just tryna live CAN'T
Calculate no numbers unless it's a dollar bill AINT
That a damn shame people tryna be free
Put the blame on the schools like the knowledge aint free

Hook: Damn, stuck up in this whirlwind tryna help a couple people out but the catch is/ If it aint money they aint really interested, so i'm stuck giving suggestions/ I suggest ya'll, give these words a little thought/ Tune it out your ears and start to listen with your heart and/ Don't be afraid, keep the ignorance at bay/ It's cool to be you, embrace opportunity change/

Verse:
Same thang, day different though, I'm living for
A better chance for advancement, living lavishly handsome
Where my momma can take trips to France and, buy herself a belt to match the pants leg
But even through her happiness there's a void
I didn't fill for a hungry little kid
Cause how we living is it's our own first
Survival of the fittest, money feel we need it though we spend it recklessly becoming permanently greedy
Praying Jesus Lord, be involved with these problems we endure, leave em solved
Sin I commit will no longer be upon me
So many guns in the hood we an army
But we struggle cause we living, living because we struggle
Screaming because the truth is what the media will muzzle
Cause a black man's worst nightmare is just respect
Without fear or regret, equality from the step like

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I try to speak to em, but the speech I preach don't reach deep, just flee my lips to cease to exist
Unheard because my words don't propagate thee absurd, the strongest voice gets forced to observe
A silenced lesson, hidden behind aggression, but so fed up with the bullshit I die of stressing
Children view Kool-Aid as juice, I guess it's peachy
But all that damn sugar a calling for diabetes
But they don't know about that, they don't feed themselves
Little momma moaning daddy though her father been in jail her whole life
She aint learn better than that, her mother, still in the club tryna earn a few racks
Her brother, now taking rest at the coroners pad, somebody blasted over some carty glasses
And her brother was the one the stray hit, going crazy over chains on some slave shit, got me thinking like

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