Jeffrey Peterson - Television lyrics

[Intro] (Uh) Blu Spirit (Uh) Can you feel it? [Verse 1] Haters hope I fall and stay low Haters wanna see me with a halo, like an angel Rappers bitin' style, homie, how you got the same flow? Been at it for a while, they go wild, if my name blow I know what the fame do and how the money change you Ever since a child, I would write it down in grade school Tryna fit in with the crowd, so I played cool Don't you know it cost to be the boss? So I paid dues Honestly I only took a law joined the gang crew Tryna be like him, instead of walking in my plain shoes I was really brain washed, influenced by the same dude Who knew his mental wasn't stable, homie it's insane You know the youth, need someone to look up to Reflection of himself. He see himself when he look at you Young ones run around, banging down, like he bulletproof Shooting rounds everywhere in town, there's bullet residue Prayin', Hopin' God come down, only to rescue you Friend, brain dead on the bed He a vegetable fighting for his dear life But he never lettin' go, homie beat the murder case Now all his n***as set to cope He said that no one let him know n***a, I ain't snitchin, is you slippin'[?] Detective had no evidence, you mad they had to let me go Out the jail, with metal door f**, what you sayin' homie, it don't even matter though