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What Happened To The Kids

 

What Happened To The Kids


What happened to the kids?
A bunch of fucked up shit that happened where we lived (Uh)
Niggas bragging and pro backing it at the crib, yeah
I was throwing blows, toe tagging it at the crib, yeah
Fighting niggas older than me
My older brother said he won't defend me
I'm like, "Fuck it, nigga, don't defend me"
I know the Lord sent me
I sense Jehovah in me every time my soul is empty
I know the devil on my shoulder heavy
But the Lord'll always have some soldiers ready
I've exposed how deadly this war can get already
Mind, body, flesh, and my flesh
I know the heavens and the hells
Is both fighting for my soul when I rest
I got these tightened up holes in my chest
They feel cold in my vest
And still, I pray my son'll grow in my steps
So he can get that same feeling at night
And know his life got a purpose
And he ain't gotta pop a pill in his life
Ain't gotta hit them corners, chilling wit' them killers at night
Like I did, and make mistakes that I did, tryna provide for my kid
I can't let him just rumble through all of the fumble that I did
'Cause I slid, so many times on all of these niggas I just can't (Uh)
Let his life fall into shambles, know this, life is all a gamble
But we betting from this angle, nigga
I'm tryna teach my brothers 'bout the dangers, nigga
Cold world, I'm tryna make some fucking changes, nigga
Give us something that's gon' change us, nigga
Positive conversations when niggas angry, nigga
Instead of throwing us in cages, nigga
Section 8, they got us living by these wages, nigga
Stop treating us like we dangerous, nigga
And maybe we'll stop being so dangerous, nigga
A lot of niggas out here staining niggas
If he your color, he your brother, you can't hate this nigga

Self-hatred what they taught us (Uh)
And look at all the shit it brought us
Mothers, daughters, sons, and sisters all in coffins
And what we got to show? Somebody that's recording, nigga
Mental illness at an all-time high
We so caught up in the 'Gram, tryna be all-time fly
So much, you can't even show up in the same clothes
Somebody always lurking, they clocking your same pose
Calling all women hoes, you know how the saying goes
Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes
But that's the same shit I'm saying don't save souls
Am I a hypocrite for saying them same roles?
I'm tryna change life, change mines, and change yours
But bitch, I'm only human, I fall in the same toes sometimes

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