What it feel like When they kick the door in With a shotgun cocked Aim it at your head Bet you scared now How the hell did I get here I guess I'm bad luck So I put it in the air A sip of whiskey burn easy like a bullet Through a 16 year old black kid I guess it missed me By a minute Mind your business Ain't it risky? See I ain't trying to go home yet What it smell like? Burnt tires on fire Hyperventilate Fade away when I'm reminded What my place is What I make and who I paid just to cage us Tired of drinking lemonade What's the flavor Probably pain Probably rage and probably anger Old folks praying Say they trying to save us Old tropes stay steady Trying to change us But I ain't trying to go home yet Do you hear Are you listening Don't you see what we're living in Do you know where the children are Do you know where your children are