Krooked

I'm screaming at God for hanging my sisters light by a noose For giving my homies life to the pook Wishin I coulda traded mines for his youth Filthy truth I ain't even stretching it smooth I saw him smoking That crack rock crack smoke That shit is murder When the dust settles and I know it's all said and done The f*ck you gonna be remembered for side yapping bout selling drugs My bro inside a furnace, whipping crack to feed his son My lil cuz pushin pounds bussin bullets out bigger guns I drink that shiner straight Kuz I can't handle the chase Branded when I was born, God choked me with palms of pain Believe in Karma? I was dying inside my mama's stomach Wore that cord like a Cuban there wasn't a link that i didn't feel Slippin thru the fingers of God I'm smelling Diesel inside of Hell Screamin Motors Dead family in my dreams life losing all its Focus Horns holding my Halo I'm talkin murder inside a church I'm from the filth and grime Shoes hanging from power lines Hit the block with grams, chop em in half and sell it I'm from the filth and grime Shoes hanging from power lines Hit the block with grams, chop em in half and sell it I'm from the filth and grime Shoes hanging from power lines Hit the block with grams, chop em in half and sell it F*ck the world, f*ck my dreamz I keep on seeing Bodies Needles fulla teeners my homie shooting doggie Screaming reefer in my mirror, I'm the same demon I was outside Pops told me not to cry I close my eyes and see the violence Bottle fulla trauma, can't be jogging running from these problems Baby gangsta's on the Scene steady flexing about amiri's Tell me bout your pain, how many caskets have you carried I'm trippin on visions of dead family staring at me Gotta call em omens Kuz they never speak a word Just Demons in my bedsheets that wanna see me burn Only ever trust a gun Kuz I never trust a soul Paranoia round my heart Kuz they always do me wrong Lost my innocence when I was five Thank my angels that I'm alive These cops shot a man but never knew that they killed a child Lil boy in my bedroom tryna stomach my uncle gone Bullet holes in my spirit, I couldn't heal with the blood of God K.$TONE