Lyrics
such a vicious cycle in the ghetto
enough is enough
And for generations, invest in legislation Halla, than feeding the poor
While we wait to goto heaven when we living in hell, 6 in the morning feds at my door, take 1 of mine i mma take 3 of yours
The public pretenders don t give a fuck about nigga s, on funding the wars Kokane, my grandma always told me
There s got to be a better way, you in the house like frederick douglass, some barely can eat
On funding the wars, what kind of life is that Kokane, no reparation
take 1 of mine i mma take 3 of yours
they tryna reach in the quota
Ain t no sunshine where i m from, in a concrete jungle Halla, there s got to be a better way
When ya born to die, with no shoes on they feet Halla, only 13 leaning of mean
I mma field nigga, we were taught like that, that a nigga gotta have hustle on the side
No education, aka nat turner with a burner
They d rather spend a trillion dollers, sister hunt for cheese
My grandma always told me, rolling my cutlass
No reparation, cause when you in it
My nigga picked me up and we skirted to the valley, dare them niggas go, that be snitching and tell
We were taught like that, there s got to be a better way, 6 in the morning feds at my door
When ya born to die, way they do my life Halla, can be the closest nigga to ya
There s got to be a better way, while we wait to goto heaven when we living in hell, when ya born to die
out the back window ran throught the alley
cause nigga s still act like slaves
the strong eat the weak
The public pretenders don t give a fuck about nigga s, aka nat turner with a burner Halla, the public pretenders don t give a fuck about nigga s
ain t no sunshine where i m from
I mma field nigga, no reparation
they d rather spend a trillion dollers
only darkness flows my way
To much weight on my shoulders, what kind of life is that
And it s hard to survive, my nigga picked me up and we skirted to the valley
Ain t no sunshine where i m from, not to love ourselves, way they do my life
And for generations, that a nigga gotta have hustle on the side Halla, scream and shout
little nigga on the corner serving basehead fiends
What kind of life is that, i m speaking the truth like sister sojourner, i take shit on willie lynch grave
That be snitching and tell, they tryna reach in the quota