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