Cold 187um - Gangsta Madness lyrics

[Intro] Hey, listen up and let a real man speak! I'm 55 years old I got one son in here Two more in federal prison (teacher) I've had nine Grandchildren Three shot by police (Come on, teach on, teach on, put it up there) Freedom bell rang four days ago But I bent my back over this broom for so long Until I didn't know no better than to keep a hold of it (Teach on the that broom, teach on that broom, come on) If they won't let you live like men You can sure as hell die like men [Chorus] (w/ Kokane) Someday we all gotta go But we never know When we all gotta go Sometimes I all know when we gonna' go But we never know when we all gotta' go [Verse 1: KM.G] You see gangsta madness Ain't it kinda sad We all been caught up in this drama Little children thou are mama's are Holding up on to some hard times chillin' Bang's of a drive-by To the oldest son dope dealing Is he crooked with the wrong clique Or is there any bringing? home from the goverment Most of the time it don't matter Pushers see to real bu*t naked what? As he make the block scatter Another came through He said we always got a funeral to go to I realized a long time ago I couldn't accept d**h to the dome Til it hit me close to home But we suppose to pick up the pieces Act like it didn't happen And wait for the next hood cappin' So Uncle Sam put us through the sadness As we relate to these folks And this gangsta madness [Chorus] [Bridge] What goes up Must come down We both all the same Living in this world is a give or take I'm only human so I make mistakes Things will never change [Verse 2: Cold 187um] You know they got me trapped Thinking every second I'mma snap Cause I'd be dead or in jail if I couldn't rap Yeah, I'd never knew what was worse To die first or see one of my people die before me Yeah, coming up as a black in the U.S Ever you pa** the test or you get put to rest Cause six slugs hit my n***a point blank He told it like a G though So he came out like a hero The good lord must of let d**h past Cause I don't know to many n***as Who would survive that blast, yeah And I ain't got love for no jackers Cause ya taking from a n***a like a cracker, yeah You didn't get rich you sorry little b**h And the homie kam? Rest in peace over some ol' bullsh** Life packs a toll on a youngster nowadays Cause we all got one foot in the grave [w/ Kokane] Cause see mister postman Got laid off yesterday Now he's kind of mad and he's about to spray It's kinda sad he got pushed too the point of no return And twenty people died over a goverment cut back, yeah Uncle Sam you'll be the pimp And don't be the ho So when you gotta go You gotta go, yeah [Chorus] [Outro] Uhh yeah, right about now I wanna give props to all those who worked on the album, yeah All the people across the world who bought the album, yeah I wanna give a props to all the people who rest in peace an all So bear with me [Sample] "We did it, they listen!" "Put down your weapon! You will not being threatened! You have nothing to fear!"