El Casino - Parachute (feat. Rucci & Pomona Pimpin' Young) Lyrics

Ay Go Ay Go
Ok I see where you're coming
Too many us dying
I don't wanna be another one
I swear this world is so troublesome
Police always harassing I don't know why they f*ck with us
Y'all got a gun so I gotta gun
I'm trying to live till 30
When I see you I gotta run
When you see us y'all gotta judge
We could be doing good
But y'all be thinking everybody thugs
We gotta love one another
If you my brother you my brother
I don't care about your color
In these streets we gonna suffer
Like we don't care about our sisters
We don't care about our mothers
We gotta do this right now take a stand
Man for man
Stick to the plan
Man put your pride to the side
Take my hand
I know you can we been through it I understand
The mind is like a parachute
It don't work if it ain't open
The mind is like a parachute
It don't work if it ain't open
And just last night
Some fools rolled up on me
And just like that
My life can be history
It's built like that
So we don't evolve
It gets real like that
But tell me what does it solve
I say I'm coming in peace
While I'm repping the streets
Gotta battle the beast
Don't let um come in between
With a militant mind
Designed to have anything
Take him on like a team
Black and brown make green
I see their using prejudism
As a practical weapon
And that mind manipulation
So I'm carefully stepping
They didn't give me these directions
So I'm getting my blessings
And I'll let out my aggression
In a form of that top notch game
I only came to spark a flame in your brain
Hustle and Motivate
Elevation the same
Open up all your minds
Homie it's time to change
Don't believe all the lies when they tell us we ain't the same
The mind is like a parachute
It don't work if it ain't open
The mind is like a parachute
It don't work if it ain't open
The mind is like a parachute
It don't work if it ain't open
The mind is like a parachute
It don't work if it ain't open
Owww
Tell um
Open your mind
Can't you see we've been set up
Casino don't ever let them walk through your mind
With dirty feet
Can't clean that up
We come from Gods
And them colonizers are better off asking questions
Then they are answering in the first place
Remember the same sun that melts butter
Is the same sun that hardens clay
Pomona pimpin' young said that