Truth
• Written by Anonymous
So you asking me bout this ghetto lifestyle
me and my ghetto niggas been livin hustlin hard drug dealin
till we make that cash we hot as hell running from the police as
we mash and pass hoping we survive in this land of hell
making a way to survive for us black males breaking the law making
crack sales carryin a double barreled saw we must protect ourselves
momma doin all she could raisin to hard headed kids in the hood
who could pay the bills how you think I feel when im living life in
the fast lane and feelin vast pain playin this cash game
will I die?? Tryna get rich rapping real shit till I die coming to this
world empty handed fightin from birth sheddin many tears through
the years cause bein black hurts livin in the ghetto hearin gunshots
everynight im scared to go to sleep cause will a stray bullet take my life??
Calling on my momma only god cared to hear my cry gave me his commandments
that the world is skandolous they a lie acting like they love us in they suits
throwing up they sets killing every speaking truth that posed a threat look what
they did to me and you with they troops killing every leader and this the
Truth for me and you
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