KILLER

I probably read the Art of War way more than I read the Bible I know less about saving I know all about survival I know full metals travel through I rather pack the hollows I know nothing you can do when niggas come through in a Tahoe I know pain I know what it is to gain Know what it is to be a slave But it's just something bout these chains I know it takes just one person to stand up and make a change But with everything I know, that don't mean a fucking thing I mean cause when the stomachs growl, you wanna prowl, and turn beastly Riding round, got you a nigga, the lick easy Pull up, give me all that shit nigga I need it Gun pop What you shooting for? Nigga was reaching Rob' em steal off in the night You took a life But you put food on the table at home So it's all right Before grace, you wash the blood of your face While in the mirror, you can't even recognize yourself All you can see is a… I probably read the Bible way more than the art of war I ain't so keen to the streets but we gotta save these boys I know Mothers cry, I see him every Sunday at the altar I know prayer changes things But if we're really being honest My people were suffering from what we lacking from hope Then overcompensate ourselves with sex, money and dope Rob Peter to pay Paul and kill them both to stay afloat But the leak is from within We're all in the same boat But when stomach's growling, you on the prowl You turn beastly I'm walking around you pulling up and start screaming Demand money while in my pocket you start squeezing What for? You telling your people that I was reaching Rob me Look you in your eyes I can't believe it Know, you really didn't mean it But I can't figure out the meaning I'm still shallowly breathing while your finger on the trigger. You can still help me out, young man. Do you wanna be a.. I don't know what tomorrow brings, but I hope that it's peace, not another dead body laid out in the streets Caution tape, two mothers crying cause two niggas had beef Caught up in the bullshit and he was just 23