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Genre
Charts
Peak #581
Peak in subgenre #68
Author
Reaper/Phat Crispy Productionz
Rights
2011
Uploaded
January 07, 2011
Track Files
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:05
Lyrics
I don't see no changes mane
They tell us that it's gettin' better
All we see is poverty
And people wit' a handout
How is we gonna survive
Livin' from our hand to mouth
Why is so life so f*** in' hard? Be better than other man
Come up with a greater plan, to conquer all visible land
And all I seem to think about is how I was screw up
And turned into a monster whenever I f*** in blew up
The emotions inside of me hold me to a jaded place
Really I just wanna hide while keepin' all the tears inside
Live through way too much strife, all I known my whole life
If you wasn't packin' dawg, you might get blasted tonight
Dead over red flags, and killed by some punk fags
But that's the way it's gonna stay, no need to even try and change it
Sorry if you don't get the picture, I did my best to try an paint it
Runnin' from the police, dodgin' bullets, yeah it's tirin' ain't it?
But they said it'd get better, I don't see the times changin'
All I seem to ever see, is another hearse pass me
Ask me how that's gettin' better, what's the point of writin' letters
So you voted in the election, you think that gives you some protection
That just gives them a better reason to f*** wit' yo ass
So our president is black, now what I'm 'posed to do with that?
You think just because he of color, he gon' understand my struggle?
I don't think he really will, and I'm not about to ask
Cuz really if you want the truth, I give a f*** about his ass
And I'm really too concerned mane wit' watchin' my own ass
Cuz these n*** s be shibe, and I ain't tryin' to lose my life
Cuz everytime you walk outside, it's like you rollin' the dice
Somebody gon' roll snake eyes, and that'll be they demise
And I'm so tired of hearin' lies, I don't care what they say
It started 20 years ago, wit' these f*** ed policies
And now we got to pay for it, but wit' what money though
Ain't nobody got no bread, so we gotta be rob for cheese
So please don't take it personal when I put you on yo' knees
And take everything you worked for, because I really got nothin'
