Verse 1:
Now who the fuck wouldn`t be fucked up
In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life
A nigga beats his wife, damn it`s hurting me
But I can`t help her man the way this grind be working me
Dodging the narc`s
Cop`s pulling up they fuck with us
Cause we on our corner
Can`t tell `em what I wanna
If I do I`ma gonna
They leave put they just ride the block
I serve my rocks, bump `em out before they next stop
Fake ass cops
Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me
Muthafucker, I`m the one that pay ya salary
Don`t get fired
Green making me so tired
Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me
I know you could have been
All I say is should of been
Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting
So I can hit the house
Try to smoke a ounce,
Let the weed protect me
From everything I see in this fucked up reality
Hook: 4x
I`m bout to move to Mars y`all
The world a mess
Verse 2:
So I`m stuck to fearing of myself
I`m nineteen going on death
I should`ve left when I was born
Cutting ambilical`s
The doctor should`ve cut my arm, right at my vein
The pain make`s me smoke the reefer
Helps me relax
It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
I act like I`m loving life, then I act fo` real
Nigga`s is getting shot, nigga`s is getting killed
But still nothing`s done
Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people
My people won`t help me out
I`m pissed but I can`t pout
Nothing change cause I`m mad
Understand life comes and goes
So I guess it`s a fad
I often had to little, simulator my friend
So you can`t hate me or this game I`m in
I have been with out a damn dime
And it`s fucked up, cause it`s happened more than one time
Therefore I grind
I find myself angry
November 18, God let this world claim me
Against my wishes
But this is how a nigga do ya
Once ya born, it`s like the Lord never knew ya (cause why)
Cause this hell
Ya either sell or ya getting sold
Like we some slaves
Though they say that we free, it`s the same shit today
A better way, don`t lie to me
The realest nigga
All I can see is reality
God told me…
Hook: 8x
I`m bout to move to Mars y`all
The world a mess
Verse 3: Pastor Troy
I`ve seen enough
It`s like I`m seeing the same shit again
Nothing but thugs as friends
Pretend it`s cool
Yeah, pretends it alright
And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row
I didn`t know that my own was so hungry
I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me
Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
To keep me from snapping,
I`m acting up on this songs
The wrong damn nigga
The wrong damn time
The right brand of liquor
The right size dime
I blaze and hit the hennesy
And I realize, this world wasn`t meant for me
Reality
Hook until fade
I`m bout to move to Mars y`all
The world a mess
