Music: Joyce Wrice/Knucks/Kai Ca$h/Celestine Mangono
Lyrics: Joyce Wrice/Knucks/Kai Ca$h
Do we ever know
Which way to go?
And will we ever find
Our peace of mind?
Yo, for over twenty years, I've many roles with many peers
Been through studios, been through engineers
Been through all them little issues that you wish you hadn't
They all love you till they miss you, and that shit's apparent
My bro's a parent, gotta check on how my close is farin'
But I don't know, it takes me loads to pick the phone and herring
When I don't know which way to go, I go and check my bearings
How we go from just hello to Fendi dress and earrings?
How is it that every time we row and shit, you always rat?
I just let you have the tour of where to fight
Got me thinkin' what to send her, so she know to fade
Snowflake in her DM 'cause she called his ass
Sixteen, a couple reasons I should hold a knife
Seventeen, was out at night like I'm barely legal
Nineteen, I watch my sleep on me with open eyes
So, now you see me on your TV, don't act so surprised
Baby, I don't see some more, time to see some damn
Feelin' like I figured out what life's about
But we still thought we would never make it out, out
We feel trapped in
Backs against the wall, runnin' in traffic with the law
Might be your last day, tragic
Cameras out, showin' us all
But it don't matter, 'cause they still feel like we ain't shit
'Cause we black, I'm from a bad place
No sympathy for nothin', **** your bad day
Everybody ****ed up, they're hungry
You feel lucked up, they come up with lump sums of money
Check yours, 'cause even your own family might come bustin'
And there ain't nobody here to save us from nothin' at all
The police shoot first, we don't **** with the law
These slimy bitches try to line you up, you ****in' 'em raw
Your best friend might do you dirty, 'cause there's money involved
It seem big, it's uncomfortably small
Real hustlers gotta be in the field
But them run with the ball
We just scammers, rappers, and trappers
Some who juggle them all
The ghetto always been a jungle for sure
Can't be gullible, chucks are in the snake, who you got under that umbrella, you?
Watchin' out for Jake, but I got wires in this bubble goose
Problems wit' your line, it might be tapped, you gotta troubleshoot
Troubled youth, only way he gettin' outta trouble, shoot
Baby, I don't see some more, time to see some damn
Feelin' like I figured out what life's about
But we still thought we would never make it out, out