Young Righteous - Ode To Tamir Rice lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Righteous] Momma's intuition, greater than all the senses Prob'ly why me and Bank$y circumvented the system Most of our summers spent on the back of a lawn mower Earning our spending money from affluent homeowners Learning how to be thankful, learning how to be humble Understanding that character ain't equated in numbers But off that, momma I'm grown now I'm tryna give you grands but I might need a loan now I'm tryna give you grands but the girl that I'm with got me second guessing Might be better alone now, oh God please Won't you grant some reprieve cause these young black boys want peace And yeah I be walking 'round the mall, eight bags on the arm Scratch that, we just all want a piece And is it my destiny to spread positivity Will any of these words give me wealth and liquidity You gotta be kidding me, these rappers is villainous Like I'm supposed to care what you got in your bank account Like I would even dare to fabricate my identity They selling records off of ad-libs and vanity Oh God, please [Hook: Young Righteous] Yeah we came a long way but we still got miles to go [x4] [Verse 2: AJ Bank$y] Sometimes I write a lot, sometimes it's hard to get these lines out my head Sometimes I'm thinking that we're better off dead I need a one way ticket to them gates I'm a man won't you look me in my face when I'm talkin' And what's a rhyme without soul, and what's a soul without God And what's a mic when they hold the applause, please love me It's funny how they handed me a gun with no clip and told me shoot for the stars It gets ugly, all I really need is some truth We dropped "All I Need" and only got 400 plus views I need more. My last shot, one in the chamber I need peace, I need love, I need a stash spot And then I set the dinner table for the have nots, have more Anything you want is on me I swear They tell me earth is not my home, we're just peons here Should I die before my wake it got me beyond scared But still we're beyond fear, it's not fair how they treat us Bible in my hand, man look how they did Jesus What you mad for? These rappers trash, what you glad for In love with the CoCo and never had a pa**port Fast forward, I read the script a hundred times They shot a child in the street and justified it with his size Dry your eyes, it ain't no reason to cry We levitated, I believe we can fly It's so cold though [Hook: Young Righteous]