Mr. J Medeiros - Target Market lyrics

These kids don't need guns these kids they need fathers Seeds scholars who anti- freeze we cease dollars Tease daughters new canned eye wheels are we martyrs? We weak targets now am I real? keep talking We free markets for TV scum who see profit When we prophet these things to come like we cosmic We comic we speak these gums then we co*k it The heat rocket now we these sons that bleed stop it Ain't a man in a three piece lying in the street With his hands on a piece peaced dying in the heat Its a boy in a white T poor all his life On the floor in his Nike's pouring his life Out a brain he ashamed of Taught by the game if he came up It gotta be the same way his man done Nah brother its all an image for over privileged Yall numbers the owners divots on summer visits Play the victim the role of the tyrant life Play the sitcom cus we all like violence right? Nah not in this gated community Who's getting paid in this jaded commune “Its me!” Say the Inc.'s, the C.O.'s, the Com's, the Tom's The C.E.O.'s, the “MTV YO's” is gone The mp 3 woe is me the whole song Leaving empty seats in these homes for so long And it goes on cus we frozen for gold charms Behold arms grown so cold to hold on To our global positioning is hopelessly wishing That our social conditioning ain't blown our listening ears If I gotta stand alone I'm here Though as a man I am known for fear I'm also known for faith The awful truth is that we've thrown the race If in our youth we ain't shown a strength And a place we can grow in safety 18 and he own a Mercedes He bake fiends and he known to the ladies A day dream sold to him own loan from Hades This hate seems to have cloned these babies Listen up now Play the victim the role of the tyrant life Play the sitcom cus we all like violence right? Nah not in this gated community Who's getting paid in this jaded commune “Its me!” Say the street wear jocks selling Glocks on T's Who pay to keep their lock on a novelty Half these guys be the ones on a shopping spree To advertise these guns on the block for free While Mr.Glock come to cop a plea Like “What?” “Everybody got a stock in me!” Now bruh you ain't gotta be Socrates To know the stock you bought make the market bleed Nahmean, talk about a target market Nahmean, when you walking out guard your pocket Nahmean, them is all about the profit margin When the projects starving be a carca** garden In a heart less hardened lives a plan of God And you can harness this power any land you on And its a power you can't really put a handle on This hour is you man enough to stand unarmed