This Bitter Land

This bitter land Watered with my soul The fruit it bears Leaves me so cold This bitter land Does nothing for love This bitter land Brings pain from above, oh-oh Yeah, running on the concrete across the train tracks The devil is behind me In the ghetto where's you'll find me, it's where I stays at Cop shot us up, he get a medal then retire But it never will define me Write a letter to the president, whoever in control of the society Tell 'em stop riding me, stop driving us into a suicidal ideology Tryna feed my seeds Getting high on weed, study my degrees Stay fly, getting paper With some dead white people faces in the circle of spaces around the green I'ma lean, taking Percs as a bit of Earth Is a nigga cursed? Am I blessed? See what I mean It's a test, life is a test Life is like a hood, hard Trying not to fall between the cracks In the cracks it's so dark, and the dark Seems more appealing than the light in the land Where you gotta fight Catch a body in the night, we need a plan To survive, to survive the land Survive the storm, when it comes through Either you're busy living or busy dying, look what it's come to Look what it's come to, so what you're gonna do? This bitter land is far too real This bitter land, it does not heal Cause in the land skies are grey But we fight the storms that come our way A boy who strives to be a man Must push to lead with all he can Oh, this bitter land Oh, bitter land Oh, oh, oh, oooh This bitter land can't stop my fight This bitter land Look what it's come to So what you gonna do? (My land)