My mother think I'm sick
She smelled that liquor on my breath
Liquor on my breath
They killed my brother, shit
I saw those blood stains on his chest
Blood stains on his chest
I'm drinking good (drinking good)
Face it your wasted
Roll through my hood (through my hood)
Face it you're wasted
Tell me how you feel
Brothers getting killed, mother getting old
Want to sell my soul
Want to leave it dead
Want to give it all
Want to give it all
I'm drinking good (drinking good)
Face it your wasted
Roll through my hood (through my hood)
Face it you're wasted
Guns loaded, tell the Savior I am on my way
Another nigga shot and killed it's just another day
Gripping on this pistol, hope that's shit will set me free
They gone stop killing all these black people
Someday-ay-ay
This story of a young black man
Shot down with a gun in his hand
His mother starts to cry
This story of a young black man
Shot down with a gun in his hand
His mother starts to cry
So his mom screams why
Why me
My son had a college degree
God fearing, prayed on two knees but
These things those cops can't see
They see a light nigga, dark nigga, rich nigga, poor nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, rich nigga, poor nigga
Still a nigga
Still a nigga
They see a light nigga, dark nigga, rich nigga, poor nigga
Dumb nigga, smart nigga
High nigga, low nigga
Run nigga, run nigga
Hands to the sky, nigga
Freeze nigga, please nigga
Fears in your eyes, nigga
They don't really care if we dead or alive nigga
Dead or alive nigga, dead or alive nigga
Nigga and flies, oh how they despise
The more they see niggas the or they like flies, yeah
More they see niggas man the more they like flies, yeah
More they see niggas man the more they like flies, yeah
More they see niggas man the more they like flies, yeah
More they see niggas man the more they like flies, yeah