outcomes and situations i m built for it being steadfast is a skill for it if you fake they ll punch you in your grill for it die over money you can bet there s no chill for it kill for it in the pursuit for what we never had but having nice shit was really ever bad it was my mom and my niggas it was never dad lingering clouds over my head that ll never pass live fast it ain t a lot of opportunities visions of men with the same skin shooting me polluting me diluting our history no wonder why my niggas stuck up in this misery no sympathy no empathy if you switched up if i m tucked then i m tryna get my chips up no switch ups on my niggas cause it s just us i be damned if i let this world lynch us now i lay me down to sleep my soul will never die power to the people we gon always multiply i got scars on my back from the whip and the slaves got i picked the cotton for the clothes that i rock it s deeper than the music i am heavily influenced by my own tribe i don t even got ties still i rise maya angelou was the antidote having nightmares of my family on banana boat they would ve tried to swim but you know niggas can t float donald is the president and still i can t cope mama be telling me son i see ghosts cops shot another nigga at the liquor store will i be another face on the milk carton it s kinda hard for me to tell when i m a fucking moving target hit the panic on the key i can t remember where i parked it when i go out hope they sell my organs on the black market a victim of struggle i see the beauty in it your skin is a burden they label you a menace you can put in the work achieving every limit in the end they ll label you another nigga too dependent on basketballs and rap books when that fail look how glamorous the trap look i hold you down if you get pissed i got you fat books i still wonder where we d be if we had books sad looks these cops crooks an institution it s a problem with the youth i m seeing no solution young niggas in the city taught to act stupid you think we did it to ourselves then you fucking foolish cops shooting and i hope i m not next up my niggas walk to the store they gotta vest up my niggas out past ten and they check us five cars for one nigga when they sweat us fed up but we take it in stride we gotta learn how to live and not just staying alive when the income come then we splitting the pie you not woke then you living a lie nigga