[Verse 1]
They don't love us
Don't love one another
Still rattles and snakes
And still battling fate
Call the doctor
Streets became an opera
Do not cross the stage
Pain sings from far away
Gotta bang, gotta bang
Gotta skeet skeet skeet
Gotta slang, gotta slang
Gotta eat eat eat
Gotta aim, gotta aim
Gotta pop pop pop
Got em laying, got em laying
In the streets streets streets
Gotta leave leave leave cause they coming for me
Bust one bust two-three then conceive
Only in MJ we could believe
Cause my daddy just wasn't there for me
Pills and pistols popping
Popping bottles for my n***as
I got different types of b**hes
Broken but I got all these fixes damn
n***a went to college
Now they looking at me different
Don't know why I'm still a n***a
In this world of superstition
[Chorus]
Maybe in another life
Everything will come to the light
[Outro]
And this one for my n***as and my b**hes
Hope they with me
Looking at our history
Hoping we restore the feeling
Oh I hope we learn to love before we die
If not just let me light it for the afterlife