Phantom America (feat. Justin JPaul Miller)

Could have been me man Never had a chance Gone without a blink Sometimes I think Could have been me Never had a chance Sometimes I think It could have been me Man he never had a chance Gone without a blink And who was he to be I don't understand Still it hurts for me to see Life is tragedy When you're born in poverty Man got nothing to eat Stomach steady growling Calluses on his feet He's trying to survive But he's dying on these streets And no one really cares If he dies Rest in peace Man it's all about me Don't give a fuck about the least I'm rising to the top Out the belly of the beast Until we're consumed By the things That we seek Its a never ending cycle That we're destined to repeat Suddenly I see A woman with a child Sitting in the stroller seat Then I see the smirk Of the one She came to meet He reached out his hand With a bag she beseeched I'm thinking to myself damn How can this be She looked so young And her smile so sweet She's trying to raise a child On this hard concrete We all fall victim To the path under our feet If we don't stop now Then we're destined to repeat This world is so cold And we can't stand the heat And no one really knows What lies underneath Stone cold lies Been taught when they teach Still we seek the prize Compromise our beliefs We should have seen the truth Through the whites of their teeth But we were too blind To see the things that they seek And now we out of time Some still trying to preach Seek the devine In the valley of the meek While others sit in alleys Smokin meth til they tweek Most won't make it To the end of the week Sorry to be bleak But that's how I'm raised to think I'm trying to stay afloat With this blunt and a drink God Sometimes I think It could have been me Man never had a chance Gone without a blink Sometimes I think It could have been me Man never had a chance Gone without a blink Sometimes I think It could have been me Man never had a chance Going without a blink Sometimes I think It could have been me Man never had a chance Gone without a blink Man, it's the story of America (America) Poverty (Poverty) Drugs (Drugs) Homelessness (Homelessness) Have and have nots (Gimmie gimmie mo') Some people don't make it Some people just won't survive Give thanks and praises God