Who I gotta call just to get a lil' help?

(The Problem)

Try'na move with it, can't do it by myself

(The Problem)

I ain't really gotta go seekin' no thrills

(The Problem)

Lookin' out the window, see it gettin' kinda real

(The Problem)

And they say I'm

Crazy for loosin' my mind

…Got me tip-toeing on the edge

(The Problem)

…Wanna talk to God, but I'm kinda scared

(The Problem)

If I could jump from the slave ship to a spaceship I sho' would

Cause me, I'm seeing things up to no good

Thinking' Rosewood

Wat'cha know good?

People in these lost places with these law cases

Shit is playing out in y'all favor, never our cases

A demonstration right in our faces

I'm fitting in with the faceless

History done disappeared traceless

Label me a murder case nameless

Wait to read the verdict just to free the murderers?

They claiming stand your ground

When you ain't never had no ground

To stand on, cause the place you call home, they can come and tear that down

Quick to put some nice shit and rase the prices and make it where you can't afford

And then make it like they discovered yo' shit

Ain't that's some ho shit (boy)

I'm in the shadow of the valley

With no plan, wanna rally

And a bunch of mad n****s round me

The can't quite express it profoundly

Fuck is these police on?

Theme song must be "Who Shot Ya"

Playin' victim, what you want an Oscar?

Grant me a pass, Mr. Officer

I'm face down in the main stream while you pull the trigger to my back

The Problem is that The Problem ain't rap

Can you help me art-iculate that?

Who I gotta call just to get a lil' help?

(The Problem)

Try'na move with it, can't do it by myself

(The Problem)

I ain't really gotta go seekin' no thrills

(The Problem)

Lookin' out the window, see it gettin' kinda real

(The Problem)

And they say I'm

Crazy for loosin' my mind

…Got me tip-toeing on the edge

(The Problem)

…Wanna talk to God, but I'm kinda scared

(The Problem)

I got an itch that I can't scratch

Cause I can't reach cause I got

Both hands on a crack pipe

Strapped in for the fast life

Sorry that you asked

Things goin' kinda bad right-

Now for me but I'll make it

Long as the pusha man lookin' out for me

And things ain't been the same in my brain since the levies came down on me

And I ain't seen my baby ever since, let anotha' fix calm me down homie

And Bill O'Reilly don't know me but he blame

Hip hop for throwing black folks to the vultures

But the sex, drugs and the rock and roll get regarded as a part of culture

Who I gotta call just to get a lil' help?

(The Problem)

Try'na move with it, can't do it by myself

(The Problem)

I ain't really gotta go seekin' no thrills

(The Problem)

Lookin' out the window, see it gettin' kinda real

(The Problem)

And they say I'm

Crazy for loosin' my mind

…Got me tip-toeing on the edge

(The Problem)

…Wanna talk to God, but I'm kinda scared

(The Problem)

That ain't a fresh water fountain, that's a cesspool

That textbook might not have been the best food

School system pipeline to the prison system

Wanna throw my hand up, wanna holler "Who's listening"

They say I'm

Crazy for loosin' my mind

Got me started in my head, now it's in my soul

Think I need a hand, gettin' kinda cold

PEACE

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