Chorus- Ain’t have many choices/
Surrounded by poison/
Grew up on food stamps/
Mama couldn’t miss those
Appointments/
Too many bullets and not enough
Voices/
We need more building/
And way less destroying/
(way less x3)
V1-Gangbang or slang cane to maintain but I exchanged in my cotton and started picking their brains 🧠/
A lot of doubt sustained but I eventually overcame/
The only lion raised inside the cage that couldn’t be tame/
In search of water dying of thirst, and the streets was a drain/
No matter how many cheat codes you use, you still couldn’t win the game/
Change gon come! Man guaranteed they remember my name/
Wayne couldn’t even call the fireman to put out this flame 🔥/
Soak and wet from the reign of terror
Speechless because of this era/
The look on my cousin face, when he was my cousin pall bearer/
Imagine that
Living life like a movie 🎥 that’s action packed/
Whole time you can keep it real but you won’t get back half of that/ (On God )
Chorus-Ain’t have many choices/
Surrounded by poison/
Grew up on food stamps/
Mama couldn’t miss those
Appointments/
Too many bullets and not enough
Voices/
We need more building/
And way less destroying/
(way less x3)
V2- what’s a pocket full of money/
When you feel worthless
I wanted to serve a bigger purpose/
Keep my grass cut so I can see the
Serpents/
The truth can be disturbing/
But at the same time your learning/
Where you gonna turn when the
Tables turning?
I still see the crosses burning/
But that won’t stop the churning/
I need butter for the toast/
All that curren$y will have your life
Under the scope/ 😴
We micro organisms, small fish in a
Big pond/
I never get tired either Kevin, the most
I do is yawn/
Not even a nap/
In need of a chiropractor for breaking
My back/
Told myself I’m never going back/
10 steps forward/
Never 10 steps back/
Just give me the number and
I’m sending the fax (facts) /
All that lean, you don’t know how to
Act/
And while the atlas continues to
Shrug 🤷🏾♂️/
Imma put myself on the map/
Chorus- Ain’t have many choices/
Surrounded by poison/
Grew up on food stamps/
Mama couldn’t miss those
Appointments/
Too many bullets and not enough
Voices/
We need more building/
And way less destroying/
(way less x3)