1 TIME 4 THE CITY. ft. Young Shushu Lyrics

Niggaz on the corner, popping meds, running from the feds

Some would pick up a tec, to take your breath

For a large check

I see death around the corner

Call up the coroner for that young brother shot down in the streets

This beat spoke to me, writing words with potency

God was showing me a way out

When he took a Nigga that was close to me

And now I see, whether rich or poor, life is a war

Some Niggaz don't understand universal law

So they already lost

I know a women who was molested at eleven

Had five babies, all before she turned 27

Most cats in my area, be loving the hysteria

America been letting me down, there's no surprise

I know I'm still a slave, in them crackers eyes

They say I'm a bad guy, cuz I paint pictures of crime

But what do you expect, from a Nigga who seen so much, he's no longer afraid to die

One day you getting mail, another day you in jail

I picked up a pencil, and started jotting how I feel

The cops stay on my ass, like flies to Dog Shit

Put my heart and soul into this

And Lost my Mind in the process

One time for the city

Two times for your mind

A fiend for the feeling of freedom, and euphoria

Street soldiers, Gun Toters, That don't play fair

My generation is filled with Hatred

Mentally ill patients

If I die, before I wake

May the angels take me away

It's hard to love in a city, that's full of hate

Close your eyes and pray, and just hope for better days

Nigga

And just Pray

One time for the city

Two times for your mind

Street scriptures, for weak niggaz

Painting pictures with my words

That's better than Van Gogh

My Homies slowly relocating to the cemetery

America

"The land of hypocrisy"

Fuck a fan, I wanna be remembered by God

A conscious Nigga with wavy hair

Who want war ?

Lemme tap into your spirit

Open up your heart chakra

Lyrics filled with indigoism

I'm bout to break the code

You know?

One time for the city

Two times for your mind