Blaze the Afghan green, this black man seen through my lazy hindsight
Get your mind right, relate to the times like
So much pressure, young black gifted measure for measure
Snakes poison in our neck and yet you feast from it
Drink it down and participate in the evil ways
That man want us to authenticate
Make a trademark to slay ours
You my brother, I don’t want to have to blaze y’all
But motherfucker this a warzone
The soldiers we emulate walk a crooked line
I wonder if we’ll ever get it straight
So much hate, it’s like life it has no value
So many gone before they had a chance to figure out
Who or what they could’ve been, so many peers in my teens
Were left as nothing but tears down their mother’s face they stream
Man I swear
Sometimes I swear I hear them angels singing
It seems it’ll never change, not a day sunny
I feel it will forever rain as my brain takes me back to the day
When I first met my nigga Graylin under the rail in my apartment staircases
He had the new ASICS, pass the el, we started battle rapping
Niggas jumped him, he started packing
Got shot up when we was eighteen, it’s been three years
But sometimes and I know it sounds kind of weird I swear
I hear his voice in the air, beautiful like angels singing
I know he’s still here and I swear
Sometimes I swear I hear them angels singing
Niggas obsessed with death, Grand Theft Auto infatuations
When I reflect it seems I’ve been to more funerals than graduations
Or birthday parties and weddings, it’s so upsetting
These life lessons niggas keep forgetting that death is just a blessing
In disguise so why keep that beef alive when people die in vain?
I try to explain to myself that the world we live in
Is Hell, no Heaven above, what happened to love?
What happened to us? Before we know it we’ll be nothing but dust
It’s hard to reach through, sometimes I try to speak to my people
They think they’re Al Pacino and Nino
This ain’t Casino, you are not Robert DeNiro
What it is about a man of evil that makes you call him a hero
Zero tolerance, my man O had a scholarship to play football
But a week before he took off his soul was shook off when them shots took off
Wrong place, wrong time, now he in that long line
I wonder if his spirit’s resting, so many questions, no answers
Why does it have to be so? So many people losing their life
Every time the breeze blow, mothers killing their daughters
Husbands killing their wives, cruising spirits turn into clouds
Help to fill in the skies, for every life in the making there’s one in the taking
Murdering the population, perfect balanced equation, fifty-fifty
Life or death you choose your fate
Karma exists, remember this with every move you make
The streets will take you under quicker than the current
The rose that grew from concrete need light to flourish or will wither away
To my niggas that are no longer with us today
I’m okay, I’m still here, believing in hope, I hope you resting
Even though I’m still seeing your ghosts
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