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Fuck The World(Collaboration w/ Gg)
Born into a world where everyone is destined to destitution
Forcing fathers into dealing, mothers into prostition
Selling her self so her kids can have a decent meal
Do these politicians know how it really feels?
To be born in the ghetto striving to get by
They say they're for the people, bullshit and lies
I say Fuck the world
We lost are way
Are children have no home for which they can play
We try to provide food
We sell our bodies for what we have
Which is nothing and a fucking bag
We were put here, not by choice
Try to tell our children that, they will tell you the drugs did it
My oldest son would say my father is a bigot
My wife smokes rocks, same shit my kids are selling. Who's wrong her or them? She's addicted to the high, my kids addicted to the cash.
My son almost killed her, when he caught her in his stash, how could do her like that?
lord knows there both wrong
I blame the damn boss at my old job
He had to lay me off
Why because I was highest on payroll??
Longest working the line..
All I have to say is fuck him
And this fucked up world I'm living in
It's people like that I want to stab in the fucking back.. But I won't,, I'll sit back and watch him crumble
And stand up and say fuck the world
Daddy, daddy wasn't there
Growing up alone full of fear
Moms thinks I don't know she hooking on the corner
Trying to take money from the next man who wanna pork her
I have no respect for her or any girl in this city
Giving up their body, a grab of the ass and their titty
I seen my homies die right before my eyes
Consoling them, telling them they'd make it, only lies
I feel bad for the kids who was going to make it out this dump
Trying to survive to see college and the age of 21
I'm dealing just for the experience to have some fun
It wasn't fun the day my life was almost done
Running from the homies that I called my niggas
Guns blazing, guns blasting finger on the trigger
I couldn't make it around the block
Till I felt the bullets from the gun, pop pop
Falling to my knees life flashing before my eyes
About to be food for the motherfucking flies
My life fading slow and what do I have to show
Dying on the street losing my blood flow
I won't die here, I got more I need to know
So I say fuck the world
Forcing fathers into dealing, mothers into prostition
Selling her self so her kids can have a decent meal
Do these politicians know how it really feels?
To be born in the ghetto striving to get by
They say they're for the people, bullshit and lies
I say Fuck the world
We lost are way
Are children have no home for which they can play
We try to provide food
We sell our bodies for what we have
Which is nothing and a fucking bag
We were put here, not by choice
Try to tell our children that, they will tell you the drugs did it
My oldest son would say my father is a bigot
My wife smokes rocks, same shit my kids are selling. Who's wrong her or them? She's addicted to the high, my kids addicted to the cash.
My son almost killed her, when he caught her in his stash, how could do her like that?
lord knows there both wrong
I blame the damn boss at my old job
He had to lay me off
Why because I was highest on payroll??
Longest working the line..
All I have to say is fuck him
And this fucked up world I'm living in
It's people like that I want to stab in the fucking back.. But I won't,, I'll sit back and watch him crumble
And stand up and say fuck the world
Daddy, daddy wasn't there
Growing up alone full of fear
Moms thinks I don't know she hooking on the corner
Trying to take money from the next man who wanna pork her
I have no respect for her or any girl in this city
Giving up their body, a grab of the ass and their titty
I seen my homies die right before my eyes
Consoling them, telling them they'd make it, only lies
I feel bad for the kids who was going to make it out this dump
Trying to survive to see college and the age of 21
I'm dealing just for the experience to have some fun
It wasn't fun the day my life was almost done
Running from the homies that I called my niggas
Guns blazing, guns blasting finger on the trigger
I couldn't make it around the block
Till I felt the bullets from the gun, pop pop
Falling to my knees life flashing before my eyes
About to be food for the motherfucking flies
My life fading slow and what do I have to show
Dying on the street losing my blood flow
I won't die here, I got more I need to know
So I say fuck the world
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