Josh Schroeder - Write About Us 'Left To Write Remix' lyrics

I never be the same no more Don't give a f** about this pain no more I be goin through it I never be the same no more Don't give a f** about this pain no more I be gettin through it AK's and Glock 40's ain't nothin on my block boring Same crime happen in the night can happen bright early in the morning This ain't how its supposed to be but its real life and y'all all know it Wanna blame music for all the k**ing and lock us up we ain't goin for it My day dreams be nightmares Cops yellin hands in the air They don't know if I'm right or wrong but deep down they don't really care Been a long time since I shed a tear Still wish my brother was still here Still wish my cousin was still here Should I thank god that I'm still here? They said we need it right and you're the only one we trust So promise that you'll write about us (givem something to write about) Don't get me started Ill clear the party Bet you never seen this many dead bodies AR's Ill air em out k**ers with me Ill lettem out f**em all well leavem dead give mlive somethin to write about Money on his head he ain't even see it comin that's the real definition of a dead man walkin Off top I spark no need for talkin so cut it short Ball onem don't need a court Whippin, scales Pyrex and forks Hit the club just to pop some corks I was in the streets you was on the porch Risk taker I know the source Interstates and airports Drug lords just have that money or your a** is out like the landlord Grind mode I stand for it Get blow is the name for it Whip game till my wrist sore In the kitchen I get more True to life I got thugs with me No felonies but got guns with me [Chorus] Came out talkin about crime they said that I was fakin Then I went to jail I wasn't fake but they kept hatin I put a microscope on a city they didn't care about Why was I surprised when critics didn't care for what I put out? So this ain't for the editors This is for the predators The 50 some odd men in the bullpen Arrested at the airport supposed to be in London They said we f**ed it up and that our careers were done then Meanwhile I'm embraced by the worlds waste We share the same tattoos all in the database They carve my words on the walls in their cells They said “It doesn't take the pain away but it helps” So this ain't for your column I solemnly swore to my city and its people that I got em I'm more comfortable in the cage than on the stage What the f** would you do if you were in my place? Would you just ignore them and not mention the place? And turn your back on them and let the world forget their names When all they ever wanted was for you to achieve fame And tell their story for them cuz they knew they would be slain Sad part about it is I told someone else to tell mine Cuz growin up as a kid all I pictured was my dyin And how Ive made it this far you gotta believe in luck Cuz how I'm livin lately its like I don't give a f** And Ive been shot up and stabbed up and thrown into the cell And I beat all the odds that said I wouldn't live to tell And now I'm tellin the whole world what life is like in hell And I haven't made it out I'm still knee deep in gunshells And casings and cases I caught cuz I wouldn't tell Industry looks at me like I'm a hard sell And often I wanna k** myself I don't know why I'm waitin Things I'm supposed to love and care about I feel are quickly fading But its only me that's changing, no one can take a thing from me And I've taken human lives and Ive used it to make money So next time you say you're a monster you better think twice Cuz you can take your masks off I wear these scars for life And if I come off like a man know that I'm just playing nice And if I come off like I understand know were nothing alike I was the man you are now as a kid And the thing I am right now I can't explain what it is But if you were me and they were shootin for your head And you kept a loaded gun to prevent your own d**h And you lived on the run wanted by the law Cuz crimes you committed to survive were never ever solved And when you closed your eyes you saw kids being k**ed It's not fantasies its memories of kids being k**ed What would you write about in your songs? When all you see is dead friends and get prison calls all day long These motherf**ers want the knife blade in their rib cage If they catch me on the wrong day Meet me middle of the night in the cold and ice And neither of us leave unless its with the others life