Jeffrey Peterson - The Retaliation Pt. 1 lyrics

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Jeffrey Peterson - The Retaliation Pt. 1 lyrics

[Intro] Blu Spirit [Verse 1] Tragedy struck, as the bullets hit him up We grew up inside the ghetto, n***as never gave a f** You k** one of my n***as, now my n***as feel like k**in' ya Hollow tips fill 'em up, pour some liquor in the cup Drink until I'm numb, my homie got us some My n***a's got a raise but we had no father figures So I figure n***a slaves. Why we want money and chains? Why my n***as scared to change? Why we k**in' over chains? Even Momma feel that pain that I'm feelin' Ever since them bullets came and hit his brain Pull the trigger, revenge on my mind Now I'm thinking 'bout mine. Now I'm thinking 'bout God Let's even the odds, these n***as facade I'm eager to ride and throw my life away Because my n***a gone, on top of that, I seen him yesterday Everyone tell me to pray, but we motherf**in' prey Why you think my n***a shoot and homie get out of the way Until we have a revolution, we won't see a brighter day. f** it! [Hook] [x2] n***a, swallow your pride and don't regurgitate n***a, open your mind, word to keep to the safe n***a, open your eyes, I know you see your fate If we k** this n***a, we increase the murder rate [Verse 2] Stupid n***as, we some stupid n***as. Shootin' n***as When it's time to win, we always losin' n***as. Foolish n***as Please don't try to play pretend, we full of sin, so why repent? Ask for forgiveness, but my Momma cannot pay the rent I can't afford to go jail, but all the time, a n***a spent Living life inside of hell, I feel the demons show within I see the devil's got a grin, everytime we k** each other Hate the color of your skin. Tell you go and k** your brother Man I lost my best friend, I refuse to lose another From a bullet in a pistol You don't know this what I've been through Only if a n***a note it with a pencil on a f**in' instrumental I've been stressin' in my mental We been coverin' this pain. I couldn't keep it confidential Just to keep a n***a sane, I had to tell myself I miss you Had to tell myself, you still alive and ain't nobody get you Man I'm lying to myself, whoever did this I'mma k** you You a living homicide. Better commit suicide Trigger finger on the 9. If I k** you, then I die In this city, n***as dyin', I'm just tryin' to survive Wish I could go back in time and bring my n***a back alive But I can't. f** it! [Hook] [x2] n***a, swallow your pride and don't regurgitate n***a, open your mind, word to keep to the safe n***a, open your eyes, I know you see your fate If we k** this n***a, we increase the murder rate