Mickey Wallace - Done It Again lyrics

[Hook: Jeezy] This for every ghetto in the world Every little boy, little girl I don't know you but I feel your pain So for real I'm making it rain We waiting on a savior, maybe Barack Cop a new drop head that's missing the top It's us against the world, we playing to win We done it again [Verse 1: Mickey Wallace] I am the prayer's, hopes, dreams of a slave Still I Rise How could a fella from the inner-city make a way out? Had to dig a tunnel we've been looking for a way Now, I'm telling you there are no intermissions until it fades out Who would ever thought that we could get it Have it laid out? Words of a hanging slave, telling me to stay about Education, edification, stay on your day route Fight for what is right my baby Because some will doubt Pain is in the promise of life, it never fades out Achieving success through adversity that the way now Over coming tribulations, and trumped up trials Kites to my family doing time in the penal Call me when you need me baby I'm on speed dial Here to be a lamp to the path So can you see now? Many get it, some will not What i mean now? I'm waiting on the coming I'm a shine in the meanwhile Adversaries pay 'em no mind, it ain't over Power to the People now squad up my soldiers Strength is in the numbers Alone, the game's colder Gotta teach the youth to lead we getting older Put it in 'em nurture the seed then move over Solely for the strength of the breed to be bolder Freedom to my fellas feeling destined for the corner Believe and achieve Now remember what I told you [Hook:] [Verse 2: Mickey Wallace] It's evident that these old heads are still rep'n Young cats still dying Yellin YOLO but don't know the consequence of wasting time Living for the minute, but lost when the hour come Couldn't see outside the box, incarceration feel like home No trust in the kingdom come They said that the king would come Been waiting, but feel he late And that satan already won The recourse to get the gun And aim it at anyone Who look like they better off And then off him for all his funds Birth in these conditions I swear it's a mental strain We hurdle to overcome But the streets be calling ya name Sell us them quicker schemes To get richer, priors that follow ya Ask if you ever been convicted a constant reminder of We offered 1 of the 3 ways to make it out grind I feel that u feelin men and your city Resembles mine I put on for my city Every hood that surround me Mason, to the south, to the Wood Hold me down Skee! Outro is PBS: African American Lives 2 With Henry Louis Gates Jr & Chris Rock