Victims
Crisis the Kid
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I’ve seen a lot of shit when I walk up through these streets I ain’t from the hood but I ain’t have no food to eat Used to play the victim but they got it worst then me So when I get a check imma send it to the streets For all of y’all that ain’t have no food to eat For all of y’all that ain’t have no where to sleep For all of y’all that grew up just like me And when I get rich I will help the ones in need when I was on my own there was no one there for me I wanna be the one to help you all succeed I ain’t from the trenches but I understood the scene People want me dead but I don’t carry a beam I with that gun violence shit is so obscene If you got a problem you meet me where I be Fist to cuffs if you know what I mean Man to man fight And winner takes it clean There’s to much in this world to care bout the beef Can’t we move on And help instead grieve Mamas losing kids cuz they wanna jack they heat Being hood ain’t cool when ya body’s hit they street Real ones losing family you a victim they can keep Cops playing god when they should be keeping peace They shooting up the block but it’s power that they see And When they get caught they get let off like a breeze Thats when you realize you a victim of the streets People always die and as a man you can’t be weak So they let off 30 shots instead of crying in they sheets But Cryin ain’t what’s weak What’s weak is having beef With the ones who were kids playing hide and seek All up on ya street When you Had that place to sleep And threw it all out for some music that you reap Life ain’t a game so live it how you please Just make the right decision you ain’t a victim of the streets And think of how you’d feel if you mamma kicked the beat Live ya best life but don’t forget what it’s means To have ya mamma proud instead in disbelief There’s only one chance to make it out the streets So make ya mama proud instead of having grief I’ve seen a lot of shit when I walk up through these streets I ain’t from the hood but I ain’t have no food to eat Used to play the victim but they got it worst then me So when I get a check imma send it to the streets For all of y’all that ain’t have no food to eat For all of y’all that ain’t have no where to sleep For all of y’all that grew up just like me And when I get rich I will help the ones in need When I was on my own there was no one there for me I wanna be the one to help you all succeed I ain’t from the trenches but I understood the scene People want me dead but I don’t carry a beam I with that gun violence shit is so obscene If you got a problem you meet me where I be Fist to cuffs if you know what I mean Man to man fight And winner takes it clean
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