MEN IN BLACC (feat. B-ThePoet)

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TreGroove

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Tell you some things I can't deal with
Some things that changed me inside

Life will tell you sumin like, ain't nun gon change bitch
Rome asked where I'm headed, my hearts been tainted
Antho like a brovah to me, told him my minds racing
Gun on my lap, praying God ion have to use it
On my self, cause lately I've been feelin so useless
Shorty left for her own good, might jus give up on my music

Damn Life lessons
It's hurts but it'll get better I can't help that I keep stressing
My mind is jus an instrument, the worlds a bad investment
I lost my mom, and y'all expect me to be festive
The truth hurts, this shit is hard to live by
Opportunities wasted, it was hard to watch that kid die
For nothing, always stumbling... over words
Nigga shot 5 times, his brain barely functioning
A 16 year old girl, laid out on the curb
And all any of y'all said was she prolly got what she deserved
This world is too siccening
People keep on mentioning
Cruelty, unfairness, ain't doin shit to help us live again
You think they still worried bout you, they gon normalize imprisonment
Body shaming women, when will it ever be the end of it
Thinkin if I rap aggressive maybe they'll keep on listening
Fucc riots and protests, tell me how we're makin differences
Nothing ain't gon Change, you keep yelling at these white folks
Mama died it brought pain, someone told me that's how life goes
Never been this afraid, were all part of the cycle
When I seen wat jail could do to you, that's when I knew to throw that rifle
Was caught in crossfire, he jus want to see him mama
As soon as they spunt the blocc, death by dishonor
Now all the pain he endured, you bet his brovah gon have trauma
Feeding off what people give me, feeling like I'm dahmer
So many niggas change, they was never down to ride
But I bet Vante know there's trouble then what nigga gon survive
That's the difference between family and the ones you seen bangin with
It's never bout the road it's all about who you gon make it with
I'm still posting babygirl, dreaming bout the shore
Her friends in my Dms like she don't want you no more
See the pain I'm belittled with
Change that is envious
Fame, jus a Lil bit
The people call my name, don't wanna be the one that's hindering
All these opportunities but my stubbornness is givin in
What the fucc can I give y'all then

I done ended all conflict between us
Me and my brothers get along now but am I dreaming
Or is it real that
We're all at peace now
No black on black crimes
Your stabs don't jack mine
How dare you shoot my bro and think that you won't feel that torture
Lets heal the culture
Don't kill the culture
I be the cure and be the curse
Them brothers laid I got my heart hurting
You better feel me
Don't try to kill me
Or you be lookin' over shoulders
Im packin' so just
Bullets overload ya'
They get the message on the Motorola
Someone should make his funeral arrangements
His organs rearranging
He felt his brain get hit stop complaining
You use yo' head for evil now you facin' yo demons
Then corrupted minds of all my people
Now you got to feel my wrath
The dirty road I had to clean a path
His history was mapped
And now that I avenge my friends
I promise I would never kill again

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