Samuel L. Jackson - My Young Bul lyrics

I don't know what to tell them because they won't listen They smelling and the stepping into bullsh**ting They turning into felons and the set tripping They left a momma yelling right with a son dripping ... That young bul wanted something different I told him I can show you how to get it bul ... And I really want to give it to you But you ain't gonna get it till you want it more They can't tell you why they fighting but they wanna war Meanwhile the jail cells is getting full But then they get into jail and then they get it more Get into school and fail and end up in the hall Talking to me, while I walk them to cla** I try to tell them get up off of ya a** You gotta choose where to walk in the path Or end up in a body bag when you walking in trash They don't wanna talk about about GOD tho ..Twitter's the religion they follow ..Fresh cut for tomorrow Inside they brains is all hollow Everybody wanna spit chicks swallow Tough luck nobody's hitting the lotto Push work nobody's getting a job... The can't drive but they ride like a Tahoe I don't know what to tell them that I ain't already said I guess they don't hear me cuz I ain't already dead The devil know what I got and he don't want it spread He love us k**ing each other keep putting one in the head They don't wanna tell, cuz they don't wanna go there But when it come to GOD man everybody's a fed And HE the only judge but something is kinda weird Cuz that man in the chair is giving 100 years Another name in my prays, I can't feel it in the air When it's too late every bodies well aware Momma can't send you out to bel air to live there Dead bodies put in the ground and they still there Young bul grew up on the corner and they chill there Heart turn cold and they souls get kilt there ...So I don't know what to say ...But make a holiday out of ya birthday ...air brush whatever the shirt say Pray to GOD that HE giving you all of his mercy Hope ya last day was good as ya first day Let ya family retire ya jersey I know you can hear whatever my verse say Per say ya momma is hurt in the worst way They took my young bul Tahje, and I don't know what to say All I can do it pray, that I don't go out the same way I try to mentor them all, but I guess they don't hear me They don't hear what the mosque or the church say Until that hearse come thru and they survey And they k**ing over blazay blazay I ain't telling you not to run with a posse But I was taught to pray 5 in a day So in the end I'm a listen to what ALLAH say I wanna chill where everybody can parlay Everybody can ball it's plenty parkay You know they really wanna turn us into shark bait So many fish in the sea bruh we could all eat My old head told me we can all swim, but we'll die if we all sink Stay afloat, man I wrote what we all think We can make real change if we all link Everybody get a cup we can all drink And take vitamin A all the way down to Zinc ...Keep warm in a long mink Tell ya shawty we can get it on with a long wink Long weekends for the long week Turn up spoting jumping like Carlee Nobody worry be happy listen to Marley Nobody pushing ya bu*tons turning ya car key I think we better do it now while we all free Cuz it could be over with a long blink... Like my young bul Tahje