Take My Hand Lyrics

Come take this walk with me

We grew up in america

In the same cities you did but

You'll think it's a 3rd world country cause

All it is murder and poverty on this side

Uhh

Young niggas can shoot a glock better than a spaulding

That'll eventually led to getting lowered in them coffins

No father, misguided wishing someone could've taught him

Another young nigga with potential but we lost him

That boy had the talent to be like James Harden

He was banging, his body got fount like Trevon Martin

Let's have a moment of silence for the ones that have fallen

Grew up in poverty, cheap funeral mom, pops and a pine box

This type of life aint a challenge that trend on tiktok

Should've chose the college route, but he stayed in the streets

No witnesses cold case we don't talk to police

Use to kick it everyday now you just a memory

Only way I can see your face now is on a tee

Wishing all of my niggas could rest my peace

I won't see y'all again until im six feet

But until then let their souls walk with me

Take my hand

Seeing ya momma cry knowing it's all my fault

Couldn't bring myself say, sorry for your lost

Being reckless should've tuck my pride, look what it cost

We was like brothers you was cut from a different cloth

Never would've dreamed you getting outlined by white chalk

Even worse now your name forever engraved on a rock

Hurt to the core but my feelings in a vault

Drowning out my pain with drugs tryna clear my thoughts

Tears of a gangster falling out my eyes

It's been a lil while since a nigga cried

Lord if you listen I got one question why

Down to my lowest a feeling I can't describe

You should've took me, he didn't have to die

I'd be lying if I said Ieen think of suicide

Left to fight these demons just me myself and I

We're stuck in a mental war it's starting to take a toll

All I see is you laid in the street body cold

Reminiscing on your last words before they took your soul

Was eighteen when he took that path down the crossroads

It's true what they say, when it rains it'll pour

Sadly this the only life a nigga really knows

Seeing my friends on shirts since I was twelve years old

Im waiting to be next to be knocking on heaven's door

Wondering how long it gone be til this pain gone go

Take my hand

Take my hand