T-bone - It's OK lyrics

[Chorus] I show ya how to do it now homie, 'cause it's ok Got the Spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas, but I'm trying to make a change 'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades, homies done pa**ed away [Verse 1] Coming up in my early days, I was raised around blacks and esés And thugs with short tempers that are quick to spray Then throw up a gang sign reppin' they set I'm from the west man, this about as hard as it gets The projects saturated wit d** and dealers And the streets consist of the guns and cold k**as It's bad enough man the odds are against me And homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp trees They say the only way for me to push Bentleys Is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip empty All these demons slowly trying to tempt me "You'll never make a difference, Bone" yeah but God sent me to Revolutionize the style that your youths do And reach all of the gangstas in them khakis and zoot suits Came to try to make some of you open your eyes And realize what really happens homie after you die [Chorus] [Verse 2] Will the k**ing ever cease? It's like we got a sick disease That makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streets Gotta break the generational curse Hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse What's worse, we promote it though songs and movies We banned the Pa**ion of the Christ, but endorse Glocks and Uzis Then we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flying Gangsta's riding and gangs multiplying At such fast rapid rate Could it be all the heroes man kind create? We teach our children how to murder in these video games So all they do is imitate what's inside of their brains 'Cause to them all of the k**ing is cool So they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the school And then leave them other children wounded and dead Then realize what they did and turn the gun to they head [Chorus] [Verse 3] Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creep Throw up 'em blue flags, C-walk to the beat Blast from the jeep and leave you in the back of your seat Face down in a pool of blood resting in peace Mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased Bullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming the streets It's a war zone where we living, partners dying And got collect calls from tha prison twice a day Inside the land of the murderers, crooks and armed burglars Pimps, and curb servers, and golden state warriors That say you gotta be ready to die, you gotta decide Could be facing 20 to life In a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail Just waiting to get mail where destiny is hell You shoulda known gangstas never retire It's blood, blood out, homie, devil's a liar [Chorus] (x2)