I never been scared how I live life
But in this grid life turn on the news
Give me the blues for my kid's life
It's like they did a bid right?
They ain't committed no crimes
But at times that's what it feels like
And my prayers don't make it feel right
When another mother discovers
She living the Mamie Till life
This ain't fantasy this is real life
A whole 65 years since Emmett Till right?
But the same exact things
Ain't nothing seem like change
Brothers are getting killed
Even though they don't bang
Even though they don't slang
How do we maintain?
Little man get shot in the park playing a game
Get at lebron james
Hear what that man saying
But they just wish he'd
Shut up and dribble and keep playing
Cause he can sell shoes and he can sell clothes
But if he's speaking knowledge they wanting his mouth closed
Go get a Candace O Ben Carson he can go
And we supposed to fall in line with this show?
Are we supposed to act all fine when blood spills?
Or holler at the real fine people of Charlottesville?
Or maybe thank our neighborhood watch
Like george zimmer
I can't add man to his name this ain't a game
As for my kids I gotta teach them all the Golden Rules
I guess around the time I teach them how to lace up they shoes
Remember to lock your door while eating your ice cream
In your own apartment so you don't get shot
And if you planning on jogging in the middle of the day
Better do what they say so that you don't get got
Can't avoid the conversations
Muting my frustrations
Cause I got kids looking to me for motivation
Better yet direction better yet protection
Cause death could be lurking
At various intersections
