My mama told me find a real job, 'cause I'm what I'm don't cut it Say she seen a nigga get rich struggling and shit Just and I ain't trying to hear that Leaving out the house, I peep the news and clear that If mama would said a few words to them damn fools You have them killers in the classroom The destructor of the be to God the beneficent Most merciful, and I would question you But babies shot down'll hurt a dude I know the devil's got her on But as I walk the valley, I just feel home And life has got a way of testing A man of faith but all in all a blessing To walk up out the without a scratch on me And live to talk about my journey, you at, homie?
Sam was born by the Martin, he had a But that don't mean will be harmony Just because the choir They say that gon' come So when is gon' come? Somebody tell me, somebody me (I'm not gon' lie, I'm getting scared now)
I started burying my I skipping classes in the 8th grade And walking to the King at lunchtime And back before the bell rung, but one time We decided we was ditch the whole day And catch the metro to Sharpstown, always Remember beatboxing on the back seat Me freestyling, they knew every rapper he up to us, K run through us Man, I them old days, if one knew us You that we was destined for greatness Father's Day came, that's when God set to him Too many young, no sequel And I have gone a night sleepless Every turned brings the ending One day closer, it's on you on how you it
Sam was born by the And Martin, he had a But that don't mean there will be because the choir sings They say that change come (Change gon' come, oh oh) So when is gon' come? (When is change gon' come?) Somebody tell me, somebody me (And every day it's something different)
It's politics or one's religion (Yeah, yeah) We need to keep our guns in my It's the that you need to take control of You have the right to bear your arms they told us It's tragic when an innocent is gunned But Congress wants to away our guns? Wow Now, what about off in Huh? Them little children in Parents heart-broke, I pray I know that feeling And the truth is so revealing We push it to the side we don't matter And that makes me madder That's right, my Brad Jordan No different a Trayvon Martin (no different) No different than a shot down Your picture of a blue-eyed