My mother thinks I’m sick
She smelled that liquor on my breath
Liquor on my breath
They killed my brothers shit
I saw those blood stains on his chest
Blood stains on his chest
Chorus :
I’m drinking good (drinking good)
Face it your wasted
Roll through my hood (through my hood)
Face it your wasted
Verse 2 :
Tell me how you feel
Brothers getting killed
Mothers getting old
Want to sell my soul
Want to leave it dead
Want to give it all
Want to give it all
Chorus :
I’m drinking good (drinking so good)
Face it your wasted
Roll through my hood (through my hood)
Face it your wasted
Bridge:
Guns is loaded, tell the savior I am on my way
Another n***a shot and killed it’s just another day
Gripping on this pistol, hope that’s shit will set me free
They gone stop killing all these black people
Someday
Outro:
This is a story of a young black man
Shot down with no gun in his hand
His mother starts to cry
This is a story of a young black man
Shot down with no gun in his hand
His mother starts to cry
So his mom screams why
Why me
My son had a college degree
God fearing, prayed on two knees but
These things those cops can’t see
They see a light n***a dark n***a rich n***a poor n***a
Light n***a dark n***a rich n***a poor n***a
Still a n***a
Still a n***a
They see a light n***a dark n***a rich n***a poor n***a
Dumb n***a, smart n***a
High n***a low n***a
Run n***a, run n***a
Hands to the sky n***a
Freeze n***a please n***a
Fears in your eyes n***a
They don’t really care if we dead or alive n***a
Dead or alive n***a , dead or alive n***a
N***a and flies, oh how they despise
The more they see n***as the more they like flies yeah
More they see n***a man the more they like flies yeah
More they see n***a man the more they like flies yeah
More they see n***a man the more they like flies yeah
More they see n***a man the more they like flies yeah