Untitled Song

the soul is in ya veins traveling into ya brain

feel it in ya body let it all take over

alot of sinful things happening but the worlds not over

its only getting colder

 

as am getting older i see the world getting colder

cops shooting kids my grandma told it don't matter where you live

when its your time its your time i put it in my rhyme so i never forget

the cops need to know you got to give to receive respect

now you get a protest what is next another Malcolm x martin king

i honestly get so frustrated the streets have always been X rated

young hustlers trynna feed they fam getting radded flash lights

get on the floor i dont wanna be a little kid no more and get pushed around like

a shopping cart instead i wana roll smooth enjoy my mood listen to the blues

finish school i bet its hard to do when even the ones who create them break

the rules its a fact