Lyrics

Letter to the unborn children who've never seen the world Paying for the sins of the father raising a baby girl Inside the eyes of an infant you see the purity Crawling around with a mother smiling and her insecurities You wanted love but all you got in return Was a circle full of hate, the devil watching you burn Soul with a purpose in this body of life A lack of wisdom so the old heads gave him advice To be selective on the homies you choose ain't shit to prove Won't ever win inside a circle that was destined to lose To make it out the hood alive it's like a fantasy draft It get political, especially if you brown or you black. Look They murdering children where we from, Lord They trafficking product through the slums, Lord They making it harder to survive. Hard enough to feed the babies with inflation on the rise. Run Away from all the violence, a lot of homies dying young It's hard enough to live when all your problems weigh a ton. Still making minimum wage Single mothers getting government aid. You see the cops you better run Cause they gon' catch you with it plus they know you from the slums Try to play the game but now they got you looking dumb. Cause they gon' lock you up in a cage And you gon' probably feel like a slave. Tell me how we make America great When there's wars outside everyday, they still digging our graves. The whole world under attack. And the masses still fall for the trap The blind leading the blind. The media got everybody controlled. Like a video game, the gatekeepers locking the door Killers thirsty for homicide or anything to get rich. Signed his name on that dotted line, he's now labeled a snitch. Damn You don't get a pass to heaven cause you go to church. Only time they give you flowers when you in the dirt Separate your soul from body underneath the earth. Posting burners on the gram and now he on a shirt. They say America the land of the free Fill us up with vaccines, it's like the mark of the beast. It's a war in these streets. Only the strongest survive. Lot of people that starving and families living deprived. You better run Away from all the violence. Lot of homies dying young. It's hard enough to live when all your problems weigh a ton. Still making minimum wage. Single mothers getting government aid You see the cops, you better run. Cause they gon' catch you with it plus they know you from the slums. Try to play the game but now they got you looking dumb. Cause they gon' lock you up in a cage. And you gon' probably feel like a slave
Writer(s): Erick Rojas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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