Trauma

Used to be a dreamer

But you know I've found

Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale

It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail

On a visit with Lil Papi, it hurt, even though I seem to be well

They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn

And even worse, my judge black, don't wanna see me do well

It's either that or black people for sale

Gave me two to four years like, "Fuck your life, meet me in hell"

And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider

Tryna impress them people in power, with power abusin' us

For fourty-four dollars a hour, you coward, they're usin' you

Was it self-hate that made you send me upstate?

This where the so-called "real ****" sweepin' up for cupcakes

And that's just phone time

If you ain't got no money, you ain't online

Can't call your son, call your daughter just to wish them all prime

Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em

Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon' be a cold summer

Your son trappin' and your homie givin' O's to him

And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him

And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him

And them people ain't finna give no parole to you, they want blood

We all hangin' with a noose on our neck

My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect

And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check

We still **** though, what you expect?

I just won

I was on the corner with the reefa

And they got us warrin' for our freedom

See my brother blood on the pavement

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?

Huh, trauma

When them drugs got a hold of your momma

And the drugs got a hold on your father

Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease

They shot that boy twenty times, when they could've told him just freeze

Could've put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed

"The ambulance, they comin', baby, just breathe"

That's what the old lady said when she screamed

It's Nightmare on M Street, Friday the 13th

And in the Thirteenth Amendment, it don't say that we kings

It say we legally slaves if we go to the pen

They told Kaep, "Stand up, you wanna play for a team"

And all his teammates ain't sayin' a thing

Stay woke

If you don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for somethin'

And in the 60's if you kneeled, you'd probably be killed

But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal

Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled, check it

Check it

And they don't kill you now, they just take it out of your deal

Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled

I just won

I was on the corner with the reefa

And they got us warrin' for our freedom

See my brother blood on the pavement

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?

Huh, trauma

When them drugs got a hold of your momma

And the drugs got a hold on your father

Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail?

Invisible shackles on the king 'cause, shit, I'm on bail

I went from sellin' out arenas, now, shit, I'm on sale

Them cold nights startin' to feel like hell, uh

Watchin' a black woman take my freedom

Almost made me hate my people

When they label you felon it's like they tellin' you, they not equal

Eleven years goin' to court knowin' that they might keep you or drive you crazy

Twenty hours in a cell, somebody save me

I'm on a jail call, tryna explain it to my baby

I gotta do the calendar twice and that's a maybe

Trauma

I just won

I was on the corner with the reefa

And they got us warrin' for our freedom

See my brother blood on the pavement

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?

Huh, trauma

When them drugs got a hold of your momma

And the drugs got a hold on your father

Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

Huh, trauma