I ain't goin soft or nothin, but everybody got a sense of consciousness... know what I mean?
Peep this for some real shit.
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Story behind the song
The beat was talkin to me, no joke...
like damn.
Lyrics
Day goes by in the hood that I'm livin' in / Beginning of sinning, I should want a different end
Got infinite thoughts of costs and losses / Yeah plenty is poor ain't no cause for flossin'
But, ya'll is nonsense, this here some real shit / I talk a lot, but I'm sincere when I feel this
Moments of realness, rapidly fillin' my mind / We Want War, but we actually killin' our kind
The grind is tough, the system is even tougher / Judges stay wit a consistent need to fuck ya
Duck the shots, pump the guns go ahead / It won't stop till all of the cops know we dead
It's kinda lonely man, everybody thuggin' now / The streets is empty, ain't nobody comin out
I'm runnin round town, all I want is fresh air / Surrounded by niggas and all they want is fresh airs
Get cha neck spared, only if you bowin' down / We paved the way so of course we say it's our ground
Cars impounded just for havin' rims on em / Don't call those lines, the feds tappin' in on em
I been brought up, but still got some growin' left / They want us caught up, I fear that there's no-one left
It's a known effect, prisons stay over-crowded / They want us in chains but the game won't allow it
Goin' downward in a spiral, emotions aplenty / Surrounded we bound for survival, not most but just many
Roll through my city, you probably won't keep ya wheels / Slaves of the mind, the problem don't be the fields
The beat speakin' still, plus I got a lot to say / For daughters & sons and those gettin' locked away
[HOOK]
This goes out to all
My nigga's against the wall
Those who ryde or die
Who ain't got the time to cry
You can find it deep inside
The power to survive
[HOOK] x3
