制作
出演艺人
Trae tha Truth
表演者
制作和工程
J. Cole
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
Wonder what it's like, how a **** kill a **** on sight
Did he hesitate? Think about his life?
Think about his kids? Think about his wife?
But that **** a heartless, group home, **** never had no fosters
Cause who taking home the little black kid
Poor thing, his mama is a crackhead
So the hate raised him and the state raised him
They clowned on him at school but he fronted like it ain't phased him
Shit, now it's about getting money
Cause these cool **** think his shit is funny
Gotta have clothes, gotta have dough
Hoes ain't checking unless you got plenty, now a **** selling dope
Holding onto a little hope of a better life
But that hope fades so quick
Cause he getting paid so quick
He be robbing **** just to cop the shit the minimum wage won't get
Young **** trapped, young **** strapped
Heart turned black, won't turn back
[Verse 2]
Oh don't recall all the tears all along
Children of men, children of men
[Verse 3]
Later days, dealing with mistakes
On this corner tryna catch another break
Fuck school, tell them he was coming late
Block dry, hear they praying, something shake now
Everybody taking off his plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates, suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
Nightmares, opposite of heaven's dream
Bout to thaw he ain't go the weather lean
Black mans, cooking more than he's ever seen
White books, he ain't talking education
Fuck what he facing, the stripes are registrations
Losing his mind, won't lose his reputation
Try him he busting without no hesitation
Damn, young **** attitude, like fuck it
Still tryna make it out the bucket
Light feather all time low still
Tryna figure out how the fuck he finna duck it
He gotta ride it out before he crash
He on his hustle tryna get the cash
Can't focus, shit's spinning fast
Laws on him, hope he's got his work stashed
Loud work, hope it don't smell
Can't afford to take another L
First class, no feeling
Fuck school, he about to fail
It's all him, he ain't finna tell
He on his own, he ain't finna bail
Either way, he on his way to jail
Shoulda chilled now he headed for a cell
[Verse 4]
Oh don't recall all the tears all along
Children of men, children of men
[Verse 5]
Look, now we in the prison cell
No commissary, no mail
No phone calls, just time
He gone pay it, no mind
On his way to parole hope he get it
Middle finger to the warden hope he get it
**** wanna take it there they know he make it
Fresh shakes take him to the mic he hit it
They gone catch a bitch yeah he on his way
Try to stop him and it's gonna be on today
Solitary confinement every day
Fuck em all only thing he know to say
Now it's time up, he a free man
Gates open, thinking of another plan
Where he finna go, what he finna do
Finna be a couple those he coming through
Then it's back to the hood S on his chest
Fuck super, that **** stressed
He going through hell like he never blessed
Everyday in pain, nothing less
Pill in, zoned out, right plan, wrong route
Opportunity present itself in the kitchen
Guarantee he show what he's about
Under pressure, no slack
Fuck jail, he ain't going back
Only way you leaving is a box
And you can tell everyone that's a fact
Had my back, on his pistol
Black clouds, black rain
To his head, where he aim
Fell the same now the bullet in his brain
[Verse 6]
Oh don't recall all the tears all along
Children of men, children of men
[Verse 7]
Oh don't recall all the tears all along
Children of men, children of men
