(*talking*)
K, we ain`t got one reason for everything, you know I`m saying
This right here, is for all my survivors, all of em you know I`m saying
Grow to the way, you know I`m saying
All our soldiers world wide, you know I`m saying
Midwest, Northwest, East, West whatever, South
To all our thugs, you know I`m saying, all the way to United States
New York, I-I gotta get this off my chest one way or another
Go on, speak to em
[Fiend]
Hate made the child and spoke up, would evolve a ton
And assisted the murder rate, when that revolver run
It`s hard to run, when you don`t know what you running from
Yeah I own a gun, but that don`t mean I can`t be the one
To catch ya names, five shot cause he or she was shameless
Leaving me and my people, arm`s brainless
Painless as it seem for me, if I was to go now
Tell me who gon fiend for me, dream of me
Speak be having a team for me, survivor nigga
And tell him what it mean to me, my er`thang
I wanna end, what the devil bring
And make it to hear, the angels up in heaven sing, until then
[Hook - 2x]
I`m just sitting here, waiting on God
So I could ask him, is life suppose to be this hard
Cause the true fears, I know he care for me
Just wanna know, if there`s a place up there for me
[Fiend]
At the sun let the moon take over, and every winter get colder
From a struggling tell you, soldier gon speak soldier
But I can`t kill the beef, between that side and that coast
And I can`t say what`s so white, just like black folk
The road is thin, so is hope for black men
Your own even Benzo, glocks I pack twelve`s
Acquainted, since I roamed the allies painted
Looking at the hustlers, on the wall they all became famous
Ghetto love, but died as a often it`s been thugs
Sold to a under cuff, saw the cuffs and bust
I did the game off em, they brainwashed em
Wasn`t 18, now removing the red stains off em
[Hook - 2x]
[Fiend]
At 13 y`all know they right from wrong`s, that`s why I write these songs
For em, to let the ghetto choose to know that Fiend gon speak for em
I can`t ignore em, if my eyes were sowed shut
And my ears were overstuffed with words like, boy I don`t give a..
I`m not the recipe, just recognizing when he blessing me
And know my gun won`t solve, everytime he testing me
Until the death of me, I continue on his legacy
Got a bad temper, but won`t let it get the best of me
Stressing me, I know we wasn`t put here to sell rocks
Be caught up in the system, locked in cell blocks
I think the world shell shocked, these streets is Vietnam
And the dopest thing I did was, put it in this rhyme
[Hook - 4x]
I mean, they got me sitting here waiting on God..
