Lyrics:
voting made a difference they would never let us do it
Dirty money buys power, elections are influenced
By the guys who build towers and turn 'em into
the way let that always be I pray
By the way, I wanna thank my mama
Cause she ain't never stopped supporting through the drama
Everyday struggle you can
it
I blinked and here we are
Still acting like the same kids
I guess we didn't come that far
It changes, it changes
Oh ah, it changes
Alright
Baby
with my syndicate
It's God's plan, just noticed it
It's God's plan, you better focus kid
Don't hold back, that's my moment
My reflection, my opponent
My
blown riot
Tck, that's when the fists start flyin'
These kids ain't learnin' s*** about math and science, man
Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
No matter how smart you are you cannot trace footsteps in water
You know you're ashamed of learning when you're afraid of asking
I know what I've
No matter how smart you are you cannot trace footsteps in water
You know you're ashamed of learning when you're afraid of asking
I know what I've
the last who will stay by my side (By my side)
Let me show you what i find in your beauty eyes (Your beauty eyes)
Now there's no more black and blue, yes, i
of girlhood
Every day, every night
Rise and shine, they're all mine
Thick or thin, I'll be alright
Got my dolls by my side
These are the days
These are
have the world
Giving her roses while I give hope for a better world
Demons talking to the kid and I'm listening
Dreams ain't gonna work, fairy tales are
[Scrap Lover]
Surprise! Guess who's on the rise?
And competition, I'm takin', and breakin' 'em down to size.
I operate around the clock, like
the demons
When all of us are paralyzed
By all this glitter gold, money, lust
Addictions and plenty dime
Bags you roll it light it and inhale
To ignore
Let me tell you story bout a kid without a father
Raised by his daughter and taken care by his mother
She always bothered to keep her children in
song is about the things that make shake my head
Way too many kids post things and leave it at that
That's just cringe like a red neck who don't wear
Feelin' like, feel like nah nah nah, all I hear is blah blah blah
What's it like to have everything, and then wonder who you are
Realize, you're
slip way I guess that's who you are
I was staring at my own reflection
With a coffee colored tear in my eye
I've been had by my mind's infection
stayed the same
More or less, I can say
The occasional field that we were unwise in as kids are now just estates
But they were good to me
We had our first
it with the stride
So many months have went by without drive
I'm tired of trying to move without Christ
'Cause, through Him, the kid's been poppin' all
a case on the floor
"Jason, open up"
Continued to knock
"Jason, open up, you ain't gotta do this"
What about the kids?
Don't go Judas, you got reason
to every jealous person
Who couldn't give a dang about me or my life
Now it's Me and strifes and they are all that I got
I guess I can't hide from what I'm
Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen
With horsemen who drew the same symbols
Pitchforks waving out a grand theft four by four support system,
got weeds and the roots are too deep
The roots don't sail 'cause the roots are too deep
Wait A-D-D see my roots too deep
A kid too afraid to close
to the bookie
And Blaq told me last year this year they'll over book me
So now you Twitter fingers are sounding like bitter singers
Every time the kid delivers
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
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