[Verse 1: D Horton]
Too many nightmares I'm having lately. This sh** is ill
Yeah my album doing well, but still my n***as getting k**ed, booked in Denver 4/20 still my n***as getting years
He might never see his daughter if he don't get this appeal
And it's real homie check the news
It's like, white boy get the green, black boy get the blues
Hell the only time he read when he would bang wit piru's
And it's crazy how the color wheel portray how being colored feel
Never felt the pressure that I guarantee his mother will
Lost my favorite n***a that's how every little brother feel
sh** don't change so f** whoever get elected
It's hell on earth just depending on your perspective
God damn
Man god damn
Another murder sh** is getting closer to the fam
Hell the way it's looking they might never understand
Think about your mother's heart before you k** another man, god damn
Pity for the block
Funerals be back to back got the city on watch
Late night gun shots, sh** is nothing out the norm
Lies are merely the illusion and freedom's the biggest form
It's hard to understand how my n***as don't get informed
If you thinking life is fair then I'm sorry homie you wrong
It's heavy so I'm a put it in song
They might never pay attention but they damn sholl sing along
[Hook]
In the friendly city
Ain't nothing friendly bout the friendly city
I used to wanna run, but now I wanna fly
Don't wanna see no tears coming out of my mother's eye
Gotta make it better my n***a at least try
Wonder why do we die
Why do we die...in the friendly city
[Verse 2: D Horton]
And they yelling keep calm
sh** no way when Ive seen children die inside their mother's arm
And hell im a father myself
Make me sit and reminisce how many father's are left
To be honest and this off the record, you know for fun
I thanked God I had a daughter right now who would want a son
Put another black man in the dark so he can run
Right into the devil's trap if God don't lead him to the sun
And I never doubted God until I seen how Mike was done
sh** his chance to make it out is like 12 billion to 1
Better chance to hit the f**ing lotto, yeah right
You pay ya last so next year you can come right bike
And sh** I just might cause we know
Third base, 4th quarter, last second free throw
You get the message if the message for you
This beat the coldest but that's KT and new message for you
Give me the canvas just to paint a brighter picture for the youth
Mixed the paint in with the truth
What this image say to you
If you heard this and this sh** don't move ya spirit says enough about
I gave you all the problems, now what you gone do
My conclusion is to seek solutions, be proactive
See them post it on ig but never see em take no action
Over reacting cause this sh** is heavy so I put it in song
They might never pay attention but they damn sholl sing along
[Hook]
In the friendly city
Ain't nothing friendly bout the friendly city
I used to wanna run, but now I wanna fly
Don't wanna see no tears coming out of my mother's eye
Gotta make it better my n***a at least try
Wonder why do we die
Why do we die...in the friendly city