You Ain't God

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Jae-D.E

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Lost and afraid in a city where they would kill a kid
How could you live when around you, it's like the kills repeat? 
They multiply, that's reality, let me sum it up
I feel like I have seen a motherfucken gun enough 
I feel like I've seen the murders and the drugs enough
How many murders til we finally stop fucking up? 
How many funerals do we gotta attend
To convince us to stop taking godly matters in our hands 

You ain't god my nigga
Don't ever try to be
Gunshots ringing in my town cause of rivalries
Count to three, you'll hear another shot
Another death coming from the hands of another block
You ain't god my nigga
Don't ever try to be
Gunshots ringing in my town cause of rivalries
Count to three, you'll hear another shot
Another death coming from the hands of another block

Lost and afraid in a city where they would kill a kid
How could you live, when around you, it's like the kills repeat? 
They multiply, that's reality, let me sum it up
I feel like I've seen a motherfucken gun enough
I feel like I've seen the murders and the drugs enough
How many murders til we finally stop fucking up? 
How many funerals do we gotta attend
To convince us to stop taking godly matters in our hands 

And I ain't even embarrassed to tell you where I originated
They'll take your life if you owe them and you don't issue payment
Life is a bitch, but in my city she's her grumpy mother
I guess the truth is that we really hate to love each other
I'll shoot you when the sun is out because the cops are useless
I'll point a finger to some house because the cops are stupid
They'll come in kicking down your door, and I'll be off the hook
Stare from a distance, while they try to get a closer look
I'll plant a drug right in the comfort of your house
You would question all their actions, "what the f*ck is this about?"
I'm a slave, I go to work, why's there a gun inside your house? 
Nigga I gotta protect my younger brother and my spouse 
Cause the world is fucking terrible, and you of all should know the shit
They kill you for a dollar, then send you their condolences
I do not know who brought this in my house, but ima kill who did
Go ahead, and check the parcel for my fingerprints
I ain't touch it

You ain't god my nigga
Don't ever try to be
Gunshots ringing in my town cause of rivalries
Count to three, you'll hear another shot
Another death coming from the hands of another block
You ain't god my nigga
Don't ever try to be
Gunshots ringing in my town cause of rivalries
Count to three, you'll hear another shot
Another death coming from the hands of another block

Passing off CD's to addicts, my music's drug induced 
Grew up around some niggas showing me the guns they use
We're trading war stories, but the only war I've faced 
Is the one with my mind and not gangsters strolling towards my place 
My homie stopped me and told me "yo, get a hold of this"
Stuttered and stammering til finally he told me this
"God don't exist in the hood and heaven don't got a ghetto
Only a place full of rich niggas, just tryna settle"
I ain't say nothing back, I don't believe in none of that
But all I know, the ghetto's a dead end, the cul-de-sacs
Are filled with 20 dealers slanging tryna get their family out
To life a clean life, with dirty money in their bank account
My city evil, that shit is an understatement
I hate that I'm never safe from the violence, I gotta face it
What's the price of a life, all I know I is can't repay it
But still even with the debt these niggas go ahead and take it 

Blood shed, drowning in a river of yourself
Why you upset? I could be the mirror of yourself 
So unfortunate that you're the one I'll sacrifice
But I gotta kill you off to live a better life

Blood shed, drowning in a river of yourself
Why you upset? I could be the mirror of yourself 
So unfortunate that you're the one I'll sacrifice
But I gotta kill you off to live a better life

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