Raised in Chicago where n***as don’t die on accident they die on purpose
Usually cause they took some money or their family’s worthless
Never thought I’d see the day the gangsters shooting churches
And I don’t mean the chicken shack I’m talking bible verses
There used to be some order to this shit
Now we got men shooting little kids in Connecticut
I pray for them Holy Bible Ghetto Qur’an
My homies is disciples like Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Just a kid from the south side tryna to make a buck
Got the Pine-Sol just to clean the Chucks
Still got the Armor All on the Lincoln truck
Still make a stranger blessed when he sit with us
Looking at the city
Scared for future generations
Mass homicide
Prostitution, lack of education
I ain’t talking hotels when I say that I got reservations
This ain’t my job description it’s my resignation
Self-preservation is a must
We smoke ourself to sleep at night
Drinking every time we waking up
Hoping we can make it right
Tryna heal the wrongs that was taken from my ancestors
Make our ways tryna kick it like Manchester
Almost 30 with a lot of growing up to do
My son told me that “I see a lot a me in you”
Told him visualise wealth and just see it through
Mom told me practise what you preach what you need to do
I told her “all I really need is you”
These rap fans saying all they really need is truth
N***as still lying to them
My best friend died
I’m still rhyming to him
Obstacles arise
I’m still climbing through them
Standing in front of home I’m still sliding through them
Feels so good
N***as told me that my day gone come shoulda came like yesterday
Shoulda came like yesterday
Shoulda came like yesterday
N***as told me that my day gone come shoulda came like yesterday
Shoulda came like yesterday
Shoulda came like yesterday
But today is here