Just Kids (so we're wrong)

What is that? Haha what the f*ck? Nah I get you though Yeah I know I get it we just kids What we gonna do, you know? Put fear in the effort Less effort less pressure No pressure no pleasure No, no, no I grew up on food stamps and cold cuts No food in the house until the dinner rush Late nighters at grandma's Late nighters at? (The camp spot) Very social, I was very happy and vocal No posters, no influence on my mental Stressful times from within a cell (A bitter hell) The thought to dwell, the climate of what I tell From above, my people fell To bring us forth In these cold mines no time no Doubting my skills my Dog It's go time This rhyme, I write for my kids It's No dice, save lives, f*ck money, know drugs, no price is worth the pleasure The morphine and the xannys you take can break the treasure The talent of pressure guess her misunderstood That's why you missing a granny and why you missing some blood That's why I write to take Grammys, so you don't go through the hood So you don't hit the windshield So you don't have to face the struggle and party just like my moms So you can get what I never had, which is the (Truth in arms) Teach my son the basics Respect the men you're facing Break through the pain I never could Make sure you know what gain is It's not to seek the painless It is to seek with which you need to find the peace your dreams can bring Find unique things in your system and build it as you please Just know not to believe the evil it can bring into our lives Cause even though we happy, there's a time when in our minds, you will find (Truth)