Walk

Screaming at the mirror, like fuck it.. ... than I

Ware a smile to hide my anger like the Joker

Guess that makes me a villain, with purpose like Luther

Bitches be like I don't get it, fucking late bloomers

Welcome to Scunt Vill with streets like death row

City of Dinero were money turns church girls into hoe's

Don't marvel at that shit, this ain't the comics bro

We got some heroes all we need is blacker Joe's

sick a these Negros, that shout power to the peoples

while feeding the evils, haunting our peoples

Me , I was build different product of the culture

even if the colonizer , had a Fracture hip

I'll still shove my dagger tip inside her rib

Cage And watch her bleed bro, peace is Good,yeah we know

But at this stage peace isn't what we need bro

We got to walk

we got to walk

we got to walk

We got to walk

we got to walk

we got to walk

Switch that shit

Ok let we me..walk

Do you know whats it's like, smiling with a heavy heart

wanna say so much but you don't know where to start

They tell you , you can, cause this a safe place for men

Until you go and, get vulnerable and then

Hmm honestly I don't recommend it, son

A mans pride ain't a play thing son is the feeling

that make a soldier aim , his gun freewheeling

Foolish me claiming ,I was fearless singing

Not afraid to Shady's Cd, though I would pull a win in

Bull by Its Horns , But the irony is, not because

You're harm means you ready, my lips leaking cranberry

Red Stains my jersey, and it's not mom's spaghetti

Still, I keep my gloves high cause it's very necessary

knees are shaky, wood chip in the food I'm eating

Everyday same thing, rice and sauce with no meat in

Race we run in many die Before they got a foot in

Still, i aint break in, finna make it ,or fucking die trying

We got to walk

we got to walk

we got to walk

We got to walk

we got to walk

we got to walk

Switch that shit

Ok let me..walk

Remember those days when I was suicidal

wanted to end it all Cause I was tired

homeless and hopeless making bitches my idol,

Though I was in love but i was in denial

Used to think Having a good character was better

Than being wealthy least that's what Grand taught me

But from what I see some change or Grand was a liar

Cause being Good only depends on how much paper

Strange time we in, our morals evicted

we disregard the truth , while we reward the wicked

Everybody needs that one person to believe in

But True love is boring, we need something more exciting

Until it ends in Cheating and someone leaving

Some one dieing And someone grieving

As a man if you silent, your maleness lay dormant

But if you get standards, then you just a tyrant

Fuck

We just got to walk