Verse 1:
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Now who the fuck wouldn't be fucked up
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In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life
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A nigga beats his wife, damn it's hurting me
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But I can't help her man the way this grind be working me
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Dodging the narc's
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Cop's pulling up they fuck with us
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Cause we on our corner
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Can't tell 'em what I wanna
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If I do I'ma gonna
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They leave put they just ride the block
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I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop
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Fake ass cops
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Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me
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Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary
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Don't get fired
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Green making me so tired
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Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me
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I know you could have been
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All I say is should of been
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Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting
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So I can hit the house
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Try to smoke a ounce,
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Let the weed protect me
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From everything I see in this fucked up reality
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Hook: 4x
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I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
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The world a mess
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Verse 2:
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So I'm stuck to fearing of myself
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I'm nineteen going on death
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I should've left when I was born
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Cutting ambilical's
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The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein
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The pain make's me smoke the reefer
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Helps me relax
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It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
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I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real
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Nigga's is getting shot, nigga's is getting killed
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But still nothing's done
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Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people
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My people won't help me out
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I'm pissed but I can't pout
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Nothing change cause I'm mad
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Understand life comes and goes
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So I guess it's a fad
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I often had to little, simulator my friend
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So you can't hate me or this game I'm in
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I have been with out a damn dime
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And it's fucked up, cause it's happened more than one time
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Therefore I grind
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I find myself angry
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November 18, God let this world claim me
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Against my wishes
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But this is how a nigga do ya
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Once ya born, it's like the Lord never knew ya (cause why)
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Cause this hell
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Ya either sell or ya getting sold
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Like we some slaves
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Though they say that we free, it's the same shit today
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A better way, don't lie to me
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The realest nigga
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All I can see is reality
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God told me?
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Hook: 8x
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I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
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The world a mess
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Verse 3: Pastor Troy
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I've seen enough
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It's like I'm seeing the same shit again
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Nothing but thugs as friends
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Pretend it's cool
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Yeah, pretends it alright
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And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row
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I didn't know that my own was so hungry
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I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me
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Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
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To keep me from snapping,
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I'm acting up on this songs
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The wrong damn nigga
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The wrong damn time
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The right brand of liquor
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The right size dime
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I blaze and hit the hennesy
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And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me
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Reality
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Hook until fade
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I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
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The world a mess
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Move to Mars!
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Pastor Troy |