Verse 3
I be sitting here
Trynna have a wonderful day
It's sunshine
But sometimes
It's nothing but rain
And it's nothing but pain
Feels like I got nothing to lose
But many feel like it's nothing to gain
Say it's nothing new
Under the shade
New day
Same rock
Cover the snake
And nothing is changed
So a lot of hands bumming for change
There's not enough in the bank
There's not a crumb on your plate
Some can relate
We grew up in the States
Of you grew up in a place
Where the bombs and body parts
Blew up in ya face
Where the youth get in trouble
Tossin' rubble at tanks
No escape
No where to hide
You run and get chased
By the police
Quick to point a gun in ya face
And bust triggers
But they ain't really bustin' no grapes
Now he's a Killer
The judge say it wasn't the case
Call us a Nigguh
But don't forget the W-A
Can't understand
We‘re a hundred miles running
Away
But if you really had a heart
You would love what I say
Some girs love diamonds
That fund a brigade
Now who gets lost in the shuffle?
The Clubs and the Spades
Whaat?