| Yea, yea |
| Look |
| I’m tired of drive bus |
| And niggas with no drive |
| That’s down to ride and riot |
| And bringing down my environment |
| Can’t walk to the store to buy vitamins without my iron |
| And a fresh shirt that’s ironed |
| Cause if I’m dyin' then I’m flyin' into heaven impressive |
| If it my time, then |
| I at least want to look good in my hood |
| The same colors as the signs is |
| The ones that leave your sister cryin' with |
| Your mother |
| Unc, pops, and brother |
| See when I leave the house I make sure I tell them I love ya |
| Remember I was 9 or 10 I wouldn’t even say that I liked em |
| Cause my parents would say they love each other then fight again |
| Confused |
| 8 year old me with a knife in hand |
| Her throat in his |
| She ain’t innocent neither |
| Life will teach you |
| You should never try to fight a man |
| Where do I begin to tell you why I’m gettin high again |
| Why I’m fuckin' crying again |
| Young thinking about killing them both to stop the violence |
| Man |
| I look good but I’m not okay |
| When you living in the hood |
| Where them shots gone spray |
| When your house not a home |
| Know you lose your soul |
| As a boy they tell you it’s not okay to cry |
| To cry |
| Cops, guns drawn front lawn |
| Pointed at my pops and moms |
| Whats going on |
| Not no gang shit |
| Vile and domestic cars |
| Neighbors done heard it all |
| Late night in my room sad |
| Wiping tears on my durag |
| Cops asking «Which out of the two had hands on who first?» |
| Officer I had no idea |
| This flu hurt |
| I been sleep this whole time, that’s why I’m crying |
| They know that I’m lying |
| They already don’t care and feel like I been wasting their time |
| So they leave my bedroom |
| Convict my moms for the crime |
| I know she felt betrayed |
| It was all in her eyes |
| My father had scars, but she thought I chose no sides |
| But matter fact I chose both sides |
| Cause I chose none |
| But trust me I done seen everything that y’all both done |
| But out of all that I seen |
| Whether nightmare or dream |
| The one that hurt most of all |
| Was your son |
| I look good but I’m not okay |
| When you living in the hood |
| Where them shots gone spray |
| When your house not a home |
| Know you lose your soul |
| As a boy they tell you it’s not okay to cry |
| To cry |