歌词
Fuck expensive pain
You ever spent your last to eat
No that's the treachest pain
**** make it out don't feed the hood
Man that shit really lame
Forget where they come from when they get a little famous
I could call a couple out but I won't say no names
It get harder when you cope with all these drugs
I thought it was love I don't know if it was lust
Yeah yeah
When I'm really down who I can trust
Yeah Yeah
Whole world could Be against me
I don't give a fuck
Yeah yeah
Hood pastor cause I'm preaching to the ones that aint had nothing
They don't know about going to school cause you was starving for a lunch
They don't know about hanging sheets for curtains cause we aint' have no money
They don't know about coping with roaches
This shit embarrassing, not fun
Oh oh
How many times I gotta tell them im the one
Yeah yeah
**** robbing and stealing to make they funds
Yeah yeah
I can't never judge a man cause I don't know where he came from
Oh
Oh
Tears of a face from a **** that ain't had nothing
Yeah yeah
Oh oh oh
Bloody tears for the ones that died for something
Yeah yeah
Martin Luther King had gave us hope
Right after that they flood the market with the coke
How the fuck we start feeding our people that this shit a joke
They wanna see us down cause they can't hang us from a rope
We start getting wiser I think my people getting woke
Put your fist inside the air if you black and proud Let them know
We gotta make a change can't keep going down this road
I lost my brother to the violence since then my heart been froze
Yeah yeah
Oh oh
Tears of a face from a **** that ain't had nothing
Yeah yeah
Oh oh
Bloody tears for the ones that died for something
Yeah yeah yeah
How could you know what I feel
You haven't seen what I've seen
Written by: Isaías García, Musa Saud


