Lyrics
i ain t ready yet
whats in them is god
im tired of black on black
And get your ass killed, i can see what you can t believe its suffocating and its hard to breathe
fuck that i ain t ready yet
Greedy ass world with how we did the indigenous, the government is hovering over the whole crowd
we hear the truth still ya trying ya lies
Capitolistic, know we gonna have to change, i ain t ready yet
Fuck that i ain t ready yet, whats in them is god
Know we gonna have to change, my momma smoke weed, maintaining your composure in hopes of forgivingness
know its some kinda odd
Your kid s can t eat a hundred thousand dollar meals, im tired of giving my hopes up to let them down
Still ya broke young brother when ya ready to die, violence to violins they playing loud, we hear the truth still ya trying ya lies
But if we focus on it put our hocus pocus on it, and get your ass killed Tired, them hillbillys crazy they done lost they mind
And not knowing the difference between them and me, greedy ass world with how we did the indigenous
Still ya broke when ya ready to die, woooaahhh, still ya broke young brother when ya ready to die
i m tired of white people blaiming my people
Fuck that i ain t ready yet, i m tired of watching mickey mans try to keep it real
I m tired of arguing with close minded hypocrites, the planet and thats our job damn
we hear the truth still ya trying ya lies
Tame the children by building divisions in the system, i m tired of talking shit, im just trying to limit myself by living limitless
i can see what you can t believe its suffocating and its hard to breathe
We hear the truth still ya trying ya lies, the first generation to try and rewind time
Keep it hood dog, my momma smoke weed Tired, paternalistic
Tear gas and rubber bullets some of them real, maintaining your composure in hopes of forgivingness, still ya broke young brother when ya ready to die, woooaahhh
we can elevate the generation beat it up or own
and neither one of us have a daddy that didn t make it
I m tired of fools claiming they grind to feed they kids, i m tired of watching mickey mans try to keep it real, im tired of black on black
we can elevate the generation beat it up or own
Still ya broke young brother when ya ready to die, i ain t ready yet