Trapo - Militant Man lyrics

I'm like, almost, almost, almost out of weed, but like Maybe that's a good thing Probably should be sober for this one Hahaha Ayy cut the fan and sh** off This is my, this is like the, I don't know like The message track or some sh**, the postive I don't know, um Militant man, we all want to be brave We all want to be someone that we can't Forced to be who we are 'Til you're dead in the grave The grave, yeah Forced to ride in the car That I wish I could roll in Forced to live 'til tomorrow Forced to make it to Monday Forced to be who we are (Forced to be who we are Forced to be who we are, all the time) What I need to prove right now? When everybody dead, everybody dyin' Everybody victim to they mind Sayin' jump, blood stains on the ground What I need to prove right now? They'll make me (militant), we'll make me (militant), I'll make me What I need to prove right now? When everybody dead (with everybody dyin') Militant man, we all want to be brave We all want to be someone that we can't Forced to be who we are 'Til you're dead in the grave The grave, yeah Still walkin' like militants, talkin' like banishment Flexin' our innocence, my sentence still the same Mary jane, stickin' to every thread in my jeans Scan then refresh the page My Twitter read genocide, forty million dollar slaves And those who 'member me on the pavement For militants and racists And the job I acquired come with stipulation Dream answers renovated Out shoppin' without the paper get dangerous Don't like when them J's is Stolen, but you rock 'em like you bought 'em on vacation Only 'cause you won it in a lotto Family taught you greet him, if he force it, we can flap him I'ma dress that b**h for problem, I'll endorse it, n***as wildin' We ain't go to college, we ain't get the job We just clockin' coppers, we just know how to survive Lessons taught from the flawed No laws, but follow our own methods Leadin' you to a d**hbed, bad decisions Well granny was a diabetic, daddy was a diabetic So much bloodshed, we pray it never pa** down We just readin' scriptures Taking pictures with a fan and switchin' vixens Eat so I don't feel the liquor when I pa** out Forget the light, perception's just a twisted Have my spirit refurnished with holy water and burn at the smoky altar Them sands reek of nostolgia Militant man, we all want to be brave We all want to be someone that we can't Forced to be who we are 'Til you're dead in the grave The grave, yeah Hope I don't get caught up Tryna be the bigger man Extend my hand when I should've extended lead Shoot and leave bended legs in the room, uh Starin' at the wall, uh Contemplating ways to get nickels for my thoughts, uh Trouble on my mind, almost everything is dark The grave