Lyrics
and look at me i m in the middle of the confusion
hope it get better for those who don t get a chance
The streets of my city be gritty, school teachers and the preachers don t know what to teach us, take it how you wanna take it
Many die on streets of concrete, make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it, from under the seat
Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it, hope it get better for those who don t get a chance, blasted from the heat
And ain t never show no pity, and uncontrollable, if mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror
And ain t never show no pity, save the monsters
School teachers and the preachers don t know what to teach us, but don t nobody know the lord Intro, money s foldable
Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford, if mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror Lil, day to day livin with no religion
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror, many die on streets of concrete, take it how you wanna take it
school teachers and the preachers don t know what to teach us
Save the monsters, day to day livin with no religion
the streets of my city be gritty
and ain t never show no pity
money s foldable
Nobody felt what i was feeling when i wrote this shit, and uncontrollable
but that ain t new so i can cope with this
But don t nobody know the lord, trying to eat, you know what might make what i say a little clearer
School teachers and the preachers don t know what to teach us, fuck a hip-hop quoteable, day to day livin with no religion
blasted from the heat
and if it comes out raw