King Space - MAMA (Fruitvale Station) lyrics

(Chorus) Nah don't cry mama Nah don't cry mama Tryna run from these streets but these n***as keep calling at me I can't see the end of this mother f**ing tunnel But you shine bright let me make this change for you (x2) (Verse 1) Rewind it back to 2005'in n***as lounge in the corner Spittin raps for the OGs Nah wasn't an OG an older version of me, but got laid with the iron I call that study a board how he learned a lesson No room for acting in these streets Don't pretend who you ain't G Casting calls saved for police How they picking out your roll From the chalk etched on the side walk and i ain't talking hopscotch These girls out here play set up for the n***as wearing black masks No white man wearing black masks No profit with the racism just hold backing your own kind Would've thought it was apartheid But black on black that spells crime Black on steel that scream homi- White on steel they say justice according to the judges Who gives you power to judge us I mean you ain't here we losing all Of our n***as They shooting we aim back To protect our home Now, the coppers ain't doing sh** so tell them to f** that, til they listen They ain't sh**, but they'll never know to they hustle They lose their fam in scuffle Maybe take 2 in the gutter I ain't slowlin' down for no one so tell me who gonna cuff us When we up roar up roar Let me tell you when we up roar! We aim for nothing but respect f**ing scholars in the hood But n***as getting no chance The crime rate on the up up What the f** is you doing? Patrolling? n***a get the f** up out these streets (BREAK) (Verse 2) My Jordan's on the asphalt Hoodie up its a Champion My momma working two jobs we finally making a come up My first pairs feeling like MJ Not the king of pop but I gonna a nano, playing Thriller got the Max volume In deep thought so I'm mean mugging; Gotta make a plan wanna be a singer; But I gotta a daughter gotta keep it real 9 - 5 I'm thinking bought my family I gotta make a mil Well you know we all got dreams; I'm just a kid with hope a New Years a New Years at Bart now Sir sit the f** down and take a listen your friends and you are just hooligans bent on making this day a tragic one for the good people of Fruitvale Station you n******gs are gonna learn now respect the cops Line up against the wall gotta check you now But look man sincerely we even do nothing watched the fireworks a bit We're just Tryna make it home, my daughters waiting on me now, in the morning chuck e cheese Did I ask about your f**ing life put your face on the ground now, officer go and cuff him; he's now resisting arrest Felt his knee pressed on my head, officer putting the cuffs screaming at me to turn around, but a copper on my head so of course could not comply pulled a weapon on me Bro Felt the hammer co*k and drum now my life's slipping away; losing grip blood in my lungs with my hopes dripping away I got daughter were my last few words fu*k! (Chorus) Nah don't cry mama Nah don't cry mama Tryna run from these streets but these n***as keep calling at me I can't see the end of this mother f**ing tunnel But you shine bright let me make this change for you (x2)