No clip

(don't look behind for time wait for no man 
what's done is done live it to the fates
for their dad never came home 
only the mother that natures them 
even if her sun don't shine)
why every body hates in these streets(nights)
good kid mad skills 
doesn't give a hell about fitting in
nights is what they said when rolls by
back home at the devil's park 
the house was filled with nightmares
demons witches and cultist tendencies 
dear God he wonders if he will ever get free
don't confuse him for dump 
his will is of the charts
scholars doctors and soldiers dream of nights 
doing all that he did 
but the drugs nights doing all that he new
he dont believe in race black white or blue
only rich and the other side that he grew in
we were never young he laughed at the ghetto that he grew
pain made him smarter 
(Before my best friend died said)
if you are not careful you might no clip out of reality in the wrong areas
Sure hell you might sleep
where God didn't make
I didn't walk around with a stick
(That's life)
I just beg her right and get slick
She let me ride with no sun
(nights)
While police lock us in for the check 
It's not the pain they check 
Just our pockets when the month end
Justified thier hunger and greed
Young niggers is killers,addicts an thief
Certified us as societies ruthless 
the type your mom's told you not plat with
how can we show them love 
thats why you see us with pink bottles 
Last time I saw him
It was  Mike Tyson and shit
Broken the last tie to this shit

don't look behind for time wait for no man 
what's done is done live it to the fates
for their dad never came home 
only the mother that natures them 
even if her sun don't shine 

Chill trap