Gemstones - Circles lyrics

[Verse 1] He's stuntin in his Robin jeans Said True Religion's played out The cries of his mother's screams He's on the ground laid out The child is only 17 Ambulance sound like they in route His uncle's steady sayin', "Breathe!" But shorty's steady pa**in' out Claimin' that his back stings Because the way his back's slouched He knows he's on his last wing He finally say his last "ouch" Pants hangin' to his knees Blood runnin' from his mouth Pistol in his back pocket He never got the chance to pull it out Granny screamin', "Lord, please!" Hhe still sees him as a boy scout She never knew that he was one of these He lived a life she never knew about The families that he made grieve The women that he's dogged out The child who used to rake leaves He's headed to the morgue now I pray to God he make it through them gates The Bible say it's based upon your faith They raise us to be apes We pray if you don't run for your survival And half of us ain't never gon' escape Through all of it I smile Cause I know I'm only standin' here by grace Today I stare the devil in his face, no longer in denial I know the gift I got is God-given, too talented to let it go to waste The coffin holds the child A 7-minute shootout at his wake The parents need an exit to escape They runnin' through the aisles Time to pull another black suit out They shot a pregnant mother in her face The thought of it is wild Seven shot but only took two out Fled the scene and never left a trace It never went to trial These murder scene's especially when school out It hurts to see this happen to my race Maybe it's in the water, maybe it's in the weed Maybe it's some kind of disorder that's within the seed Let's rectify the horror, they petrified to read Their minds are out of order, they lackin' what they need They dyin' right before us, detectives catchin' leads They mothers lyin' for 'em, they justify they deeds They out here dyin' for it, they so caught up in greed They bound to rob you for it, give it up or bleed My tongue's an iron sword, I give 'em what they need These children's minds are bored, if only they would heed Caught up in time for Louis Vuitton jeans Air Jordan Concords, I'll take a pair of 3's Stay in the time boy, you think it's palm trees Give 'em a sign, Lord, they such a young breed Renew they minds, Lord, they lettin' guns squeeze These bullets flyin', Lord, they hittin' the wrong scenes They out they minds, Lord, it's if they don't bleed Must be the Crown Royal, must be the strong weed Must be them lines, Lord, must be the codeine That makes the mind force, move at a slow speed [Hook] (x2) Round and round we go We go round and round we go In circles And the beat goes on like Round and round we go And it's round and round we go In circles, circles