Tryna keep a ni@#! (Head Up) | Even though us ni@#!s (Fed Up)
Every times its on (They Say It’s Us) | Like I’m gon quit and throw my (Hands UP)
{But they don’t know, They don’t know}
{They don’t know about my folks}
{They don’t know, They don’t know}
{The Ish that we been through – and we ain’t BROKE… N… (Yet)
“We ain’t bro---ken YET… We ain’t bro---ken YET”

Nightmares ride through our hoods like black horses, black forces
Divorce-us from truth, youth and life, (in that or-der)
The evil seeds would see our sons and daughters in hock
Boxes or deep in-side of coffins covered by rocks
Price on my head funny I think the FEDs is buying stock
--and I ain’t neva asked yall for a picket fence
--and I ain’t neva asked for all this HOOP_LA
I’m just paying taxes – where the fukc that’s went
How many bullets being spent falling in places that we sit
That’s Dead-Magic drove all the kids to Medicine Cab/nits
Uneven mathematics between coke grams and crack capsules
Catapult the first 48 hours is soooooo important just ask NOL-TE
Black dreams been parked so long – I got dirt (On-ME)
They say we un-driven and living in Panic Rooms
Unforgiven and Godless – hoping that we vanishing soon
What’s the matter with you who matters to who
Mad at the world but who’s madder at whom
Saturn moon Six touch down
Sound of the appocolypse
Young black obnoxious kids, back pack full of knowledge
Tired of being astonished
Like a niggas ain’t been dying
And poor ain’t been applying
Resort to iron when the irony is dying lonely
Inside a six – by

Tryna keep a ni@#! (Head Up) | Even though us ni@#!s (Fed Up)
Every times its on (They Say It’s Us) | Like I’m gon quit and throw my (Hands UP)
{But they don’t know, They don’t know}
{They don’t know about my folks}
{They don’t know, They don’t know}
{The Ish that we been through – and we ain’t BROKE… N… (Yet)
“We ain’t bro---ken YET… We ain’t bro---ken YET”


{How many people you know – aint here}
{How many people is gone – and it aint clear}
Time keeps ticking like bombs inside my noggin
I’m just tryna make it home from the market
But I know we a TAR-GET
But it’s still party and bullshit
Blunts and bitches soon as I git it
I spend it cause tomorrow
Give a fuck about my worldly riches
Like weeee progressed
When they down south Willie Lynching
Its personal – don’t make BIZ-NISS
If nothing lets birth some witness
Like a bystander loosing innocence
You know the sentiments
Ladies and gentleman – hard times is in again
World War Four like I just flipped four M&Ms
If you take out the boys
You ain’t gotta worry bout the men and them
{So be careful where you walk}
{Be careful where you go} (OH-OH)… (OH-OH)