Omen - Enchanted lyrics

[Produced by J Cole & Omen] [Verse 1: J. Cole] Yea, this is where the Yea, this is where the fathers ain't livin' At least not with us Might see em round the city and won't even say wa**up When n***as play tough, won't even smile in mirrors And we learn to f** hoes off trial and error Just a small town n***a, big city hustle Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros For that Robert Deniro, n***as reload on them kilo's Dodgin them people Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell Shawty smoke crack and her boyfriend too And sometimes he touch her daughter how the boyfriends do Pull up to the club where my boys went too See that yellow tape and the boys in blue A n***a on a stretcher and though I never met ya I'm thinkin' God bless ya, the city try and get ya Man, don't let the city get ya f** the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler If them bullets wet you bet your Momma need a tissue Your face on the front of our shirts, screamin' we miss you (we miss ya) [Hook] Come with me Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La da-da-da, la la la la X2 [Verse 2: Omen] Yea, lets see God I know you only do whats best for me But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny They always tellin' me it's temporary Then why it's feelin' like a cemetery My dreams ain't got no obituaries My city hurtin' and none of us were equipped here You heard me say I was ballin', I probably meant tears I'm trying to get clear, I'm tryna quit fear Who wrote the scripts here? These kids live there whole life just k**ing time Running the race with no finish line They tryna noose us with they ropes, but I'm finna climb I think my foolish pride might become my suicide But I ain't tryna go, no baby And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope Cause I ain't dying my words gon' last forever You can hold the treasure Look inside you can see a diamond in my mind Im tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping they nose clean Is my neighborhood just a smoke screen I think I'm in the dungeon fam, I see low green Sons raised by both queens but there's no kings No kings, no kings [Hook] [Verse 3: J. Cole] It seems like n***as either feel ya or they tryna k** ya I face the sky and hope to God ain't acting unfamiliar You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar They tell me that its God's will, I'm asking God will ya Heal a n***a from all this pain, Momma smokin' c**aine as it rains out Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came outside Where they rock with them thangs out To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boy's brains out But will it change, its like n***as is free but our minds still in the chains Brothers k**ing each other, the blood spill its a shame Will it ever slow up? A lot of n***as getting older but they never grow up And do they son's like they fathers did and never show up Don't even cry about it, just another episode of life Watch the whole season n***a no re-runs The devil buying souls n***a no refunds Man, don't let the city get ya f** the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya Another day, another song, a mother prays Another gone But still we play like ain't nothing wrong Like ain't nothing wrong Cause ain't nothing wrong Im not as fast, I'm not as tall But before I pa** I gotta ball I gotta ball I gotta ball n***a I gotta ball