Sprague Street
If I'ma break the silence
piggy stir the pot
you know we marinate in violence
seen that fear in predicate felons
when they behind us
you celebrate them suckas that serenaded your honor surrogate racism 2020
reaganomics a broken record
broke with a record
retired football jersey digit assigned to yo likenesses justified self-righteous evil a child with a lifer
one of them institutionalized the other entitled
get that baby a burger and fries he not homicidal
step right up
get yo skittles signed
place yo bid on a rifle
that's a fuckin shame
going numb don't make you tough at all
it's really sayin
I been hurt so much
I'd rather never feel anything
can't deflect that shit wit black on black
the block so packed
wit black niggas tryna make a stack
throw a steak inside the cage
well for now we call it crack
and if nobody else around then we'll just black on black
let's count the crimes against humanity
tell me that now who should really be afraid
was yo great great grandmother born a slave
was yo whip or yo residence ever sprayed
was the people you supposed to call when it happen turn to borderline assassin
assuming they ever came
baptized in the flame
put aspirin in applesauce and niggas still in pain heroin belt treatment done chilled my veins
if you don't treat it like crack
then you can't feel my pain
aw now it's a sickness
tell that to a baby wit crack in his system
no rehabilitation
momma got trapped in the system
they had to beat the odds
5 tax bracket ascensions
you went to war wit niggas
ok now who the victim
now can you say that over beats
to whom it may concern
the fertile mind wit latent seed
that blossom wide
cuz they keep this kinda shit on repeat and question everything from college to g.o.d
from politics by profession
to politics on the streets
and where the policy meet
yo honesty need receipt
so that's why they never speak t
that quiet nigga was me
young black and invisible
under influence overthinking shit
Said I can't feel sometimes shit get too real I can't feel sometimes naw shit get to real yeah shit get too real sometimes
Autor(es): Kipp Stone, Mick Jenkins