[ Featuring Samad Savage, Mesgana ]
(Verse 1)
Tears of a young nigga, often ignored,
Had to bottle it up and so we learned to press record
Melodies and percussion, entertainment or nothing
It's not up for discussion, we enemies of the public
Even if you ain't thuggin, if it ain't you its your cousin
They gone find a way to cuff you, only justice is they judgement
The only way they love you, is you shuckin' and you jivin'
They don't care if you successful or what kinda truck you drivin
Dawg, we all the same
They divide us and avoid all the blame
So now we look to fame for meaning
And tend to play they stupid games, we too afraid to leave em
Still its its just f*ck the system
I told my dawgs I know we kings but what's a king without a f*cking kingdom?
So time to stop with the antics and get to qf*cking buildin'
Homie went from homeless to doctor man what a f*cking feeling
I pray the rest of my patnas might do the same
Find a passion that'll get em thru the pain
Cuz they love to hate us
(HOOK)
And I can't pretend i made I thru without the pain
I don't remember sunny days without the rain
They kept on telling me who I was supposed to be
But you found my power mixed up in the recipe
I don't have to justify, I have nothing to save
My ego is sacrifice I'm not willing to pay
We were singing melodies without the harmonies
Now come and witness greatness, bow down on your knees
