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These Days

Z-Ro

Hip-Hop

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These days seem like wherever i go The fake taking over like real aint cool no more And these days dont nobody dont show love Instead of lending a helping hand they wanna see blood And these days i know that god be so mad Cause daughers disrespect mothers like sons do they dads And these days i just dont know what to do im struggling just to make it through homie what about you These Days It Seems Like The Definition of Real Done? Change Like Today It's Cool To Drop Salt on Ya Partna's Name It's Cool To Shake Ya Homie Hands but Then Go sex Dame She Pregnant And Yo Homie Think It's His Thas a Damn Shame Seem like today iz cool to be gay Cause these women be havin mo women than Joseph McVey And seems like none of my patnas aint patnas no mo They all enemys Actin like they down with me I know they just pretend to be Your mama done beat yo dad You do just like your father so mama treat you bad You feel like is something your parents wish they never had Thats the reason you out all night and neva at the pad Ready to whoop somebodys ass But that aint tha solution Then youll be like me and end up in an institution Now i dont know you im just trying to make a contribution Hopin you dont end up on death row looking at exacution Lethal injection Or eltric fusion Or even worse somebody you disrespected comes and puts you in the dirt I know if you cant get REady intension livin hurts Just try to venge your frustration doin something that wont prepare you to ride in a hearse Its easier said done As soon as you solve a problem your facin another one Deal with one player hater and here another one come Serving the whole cake But end up with nothing but crumbs I know you feel like your done But the devil is a lie trying make you think hes down wit you And god want you to die But tell me why he sent his son here to be crusified On a cross with crown of thorns on his head and a spirit inside He wont let him die But it aint gon never change Joseph that hard hit it gon end up in the flames Worship idle gods like power and money mayn I did it myself but relized that i had to change Knowin my people gon do the same thang. These days seem like wherever i go The fake taking over like real aint cool no more And these days dont nobody dont show love Instead of lending a helping hand they wanna see blood And these days i know that god be so mad Cause daughers disrespect mothers like sons do they dads And these days i just dont know what to do im struggling just to make it through homie what about you
Writer(s): Joseph Wayne Mcvey, Kenneth Jacque Roy, Donald Ray Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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