"I dont know ya'll maybe we can make a change maybe not"
I'm tired of crying tired of livin i'm tired of niggaz i'm tired of women i just wanna be myself keep the fame keep the
Wealth gimme my health take me to a place where they aint hatin no more where i aint gotta rase the hand and clap the four
Where i dont gotta kick your door and ask for more where i dont gotta dig ya floor and look for raw whoa where i dont gotta
Serve no heads cook no coke and no such thing as FEDS and there's no such thing as AIDS and lil kids live the age to walk
The stage no lil babies cryin mom aint dyin papa live at home he gotta steady job everybody full he aint gotta rob
Damn
Walk wit me talk wit me
Sometimes i just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it ya'll
Thats why i put it all in ink
Where we aint black or white matter fact we are but we dont have to fight or kill maybe Malcolm would have been alive still
Maybe Martin would have been able to chill maybe a black face on a dollar bill i keep hope alive that i stay alive i think
It's coming i'm trying not to drink and drive a place where the death penalty is gone no abortions life only lives on nobody
Gettin shot for they chains and no hard labor jobs we all usin our brains and you dont have to strip through school cover ya
Body mama everything is cool let your daughter know her moms is smart and thats your heart before you tare her apart
"i think i'm asking for too much man"
Damn
Walk wit me talk wit me
Sometimes i just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it ya'll
Thats why i put it all in ink
No muradhs on the five o-clock news no bodys over Jordan tenna-shoes nobody laying on me waitin to blast i feel the spirts
Of my niggas that past it's like they right here
