[Intro]
Pray for the city
[Verse 1]
Believer in a hard place
Sweet question mark, now you know that that's a far taste
Ain't nothin' that sweet here, it's part taste
Strip clubs and drinks so the girls could get below waist
Materialistic, they see the dollar signs
And droppin' a iPhone is more hectic than human traffic signs
It's crazy cause we know the girls, they trafficking
We went to high school together, dressin' like they were mannequins
What's a man again?
I don't know, this generation lost all they morals
Put common sense in the trash, my man
Got shot, so here we go again
Another brother k**ed by another brother when we supposed to love each other, man
[Bridge]
They don't wanna see the light
Roll another blunt, forget the world, and act full of life
They don't wanna see the Christ
I don't blame 'em cause our people actin' funny, they ain't actin' right
What are we supposed to do here?
[Verse 2]
Man, I'm tired of all this bullcrap
Why do we choose to live in fear?
There's a chance just to make it right
If you're against us in this vision allow me to make us distant
As you can see a piece of me is kinda scared
I live life in common fear that a bullet can make me ?
And the stories they hit the air, and justice never be seen
And the k**er talks on TV and he'll say he'll do it again
And there's evil 'mongst all my friends, and there's evil all in the world
Where a innocent little girl can get stripped from all of her pearls
And a twelve year old little boy can get shot for playin' with toy guns
I'm tired of lookin' over my shoulder like a pa** from quarterback
These artifacts of a black man livin' in America
Gunshots fillin' rows every week is not a stereotype
The stereo ain't right
All these weak artists promoting k**ing like gang life is the life
I lost my cousin to that, I could of lost my brother to that
This ain't no good kid in a mad city, this a good kid in a mad world
I gotta pray everyday to be sane, this is a sad world
Full moon blues