Civil Justus - Gone lyrics

My momma tired, but can't retire It fuels my fire Makes me sick how I struggle Mire in much desires Face it, I can't lay basic Complacent, in granny's basement My time is wasting I'm losing my patience Never had none, my doctor smelling like mad rum Lack funds, lack huns, confidence add guns Cycle that start with the rifle Popping a pistol at dudes who look like you Their success start to ignite you Think sh** sweet when New York is your home Poverty discrepancy worst than Sierra Leone Yo, Brooklyn is a third world The kingdom near Barclay Debts too hard to pay We forced out obviously The tale of two worlds The story of two cities The darkness is the underworld, the surface is so pretty We came here and though that we found home But ain't no brown skins in none of them brownstones, we gone Ain't no brown skins in none of them brownstones Ain't no brown skins in none of them brownstones, we gone The resilience of the struggle is painstaking When you keep asking for swipes at the train station Hurts to see the chick who would be with it If you had a little spinach, curve you whenever you try to get it Ain't no more victory award for the hard working If you ain't Oprah, rapping or ain't a sportsman The allure of the trap life, always destroys Black life And these dudes starting to act trife I'm seeing d**h, Brooklyn got a sixth sense There's too many Bruce Willis' in my set He took pushing the bag to pushing the Jag We was onlookers, looking thinking so bad Like it's hard to hate a pimp when he swagged in Gator kicks Or them blue suede shoes, he get hoes but they offic-ish Like Barrack in the hood, we love the bad guy It's a normal circumstance of wanting to be that fly It's a normal circumstance of wanting to be that fly Ain't no brown skins in none of them brownstones, we gone Astoria, Red Hook, Harlem Hyde Bridge, Clinton Hill, Canarsie Fort Greene, Greenpoint, Sunset Park Park Slope, South Bronx Downtown Brooklyn, Long Island City Lower East Side, Morningside Heights Crown Heights, Prospect Heights, Washington Heights Flatbush, Billy's Burg, Bed-Stuy El Barrio And Bushwick!!! They buying us out They pricing us out Bringing in big bucks Bringing in bed bugs Mom and Pop shops shut down They running us out, running us out of town Go back to your trust funds Go back to where you're f**ing from Go back to... I don't give a f** where it is the f** you go All I know is you best get the f** outta my home!