Young Gliss - Charles Bradley lyrics

[Young Gliss] Yeah, turn on your T.V., what you seeing? Murder on the news again, looks like [?] [?] what I sell, so there's no victor So I'mma read a scripture, help [?] get the picture But I guess it would be null and void 'Cause no one really cares, [?] [?] [?] What's happening right in front of they eyes Instead of making a stand, they just let it [?] slide Under the table, like f** it, what doesn't affect my pockets is not a topic That's the motto of these rich folk That never think about going broke So if you lower cla**, you should grab a [?] 'Cause ain't no winning, pockets are [?] Trying to save up every quarter will get your daughter [?] kitchen I know times gotta be hard On the boulevard of broken dreams where everybody starves [Hook: sample] [Young Gliss] It's a blessing if you make it here With the slum dogs trying to be millionaires Where the youth's wasting their days in paradise Being blinded by the T.V.'s and the flashing lights See in the slums, we graduating [?] buying ice But if you failed the cla**, you going [?] [?] Out here, where we occupy the streets And that Wall Street banker dream is hardly ever reached Just a baller, or rapper that's all they wanna be With ambitions of a dope dealer, how can you achieve All the dreams that you wish for And once you open that door You're going down the rabbit hole slow, you're done for And did I mention this, there's no redemption That's a mission impossible that only God can sentence But try to put yourself in they shoes, I bet you feel different In the streets, in the cold, without a pot to piss in Damn, I know times gotta be hard On the boulevard of broken dreams where everybody starves [Hook: sample]