COME BACK ON 'EM

 

VERSE 1:

I'm constantly providing for my fam and I'm earning checks,

I feel like through these struggles I really just deserve respect,

some people have it worse than me, and face certain death,

in the ghetto with moms popping Percosets and burning cess,

when you're eating free lunch, people have the hope you lack,

makes you feel like you need to slit your arm with broken glass,

those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

when everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

I've been pulling myself out this dump, I've been feelin' #too #weak,

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

it's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,

when we've carried on and never get portrayed by the media,

I went back to my old neighborhoods, they made me think about it,

gave me rage and hate and pain and angst, I can't sing without it,

and high school bullies pick up on you, make you slash it gone,

and that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,

for every time they see you in the hallway and they slap your palm,

and snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

you hold the nine and cock it, think about ending shit right here,

but get up, 'cuz you're strong motherfucker, you can fight, yeah,

when everyone else is packing sandwiches, and Capri-Suns,

and Mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,

and your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

and your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

and tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

and every time those fucking kids will take their stab at it,

just let them know you're like machete blows, got Macs packin',

give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',

but yo you've got a heart, even though you will attract static,

at least you'll beat 'em like fiends when you're doin' mathematics,

they'll say, "ain't that dramatic", as they wear the Starter Jackets,

that makes y'all target practice for their vocal automatics so

 

HOOK (X2)

Come right back on 'em, fight, and even though it hurts,

be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,

stand strong and all tall, never fall, and that will work,

come right back on 'em, fight, and leave 'em in the dirt yo