- Meek Mill Young Black America 歌詞
- Meek Mill
- Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man , they gon start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Couldve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records
So them jobs aint gettin back at you
Them kids aint eat yet, so you cant even sleep yet
Thats the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said Id be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they dont understand
Comin from the bottom, its so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin, they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas
Shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, 'You the man,' I said
You dont wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin InshaAllah that
He dont make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin bout all these niggas
How they aint even with him
Said they would ride or die
But it aint even in em
Always postin on the Gram
But hey aint sendin pictures
Never answer when you call
But answer forthem bitches
Got you thinking twice
Damn I shouldve been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the 40s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, aint get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing
I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail
We would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale
We would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, yall niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas dont love you
Young black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
Fall to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
Its kinda crazy theres another world
On the other side of town
Pastor rollin up in that Rolls
Pullin up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same
Young black America
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