How you Either blood or crip, and still crip **** still bled?
And even if you blood you in a crypt when you dead
Do I even gotta say it it’s a trap be prepared
Devil in the air, you was young you was scared
Never really learned to scrap cus your pops he was dead
And your step father beat you
And your mother wasn’t there
She was tryna make it work out of the the love of her kids
Even though she had resentment and you could tell that she did
So you ran to the block with all your love to give
In return you got a bid
You ain’t never coming home, gon be gone for some years
Won’t ever kiss your kids now you holding back tears
I know it well cus lived it
That’s how I paint you the most vividest pictures
For my hittas my sisters in the same position I lived in
**** in prison, who couldn’t find they way through the system
**** who gifted but couldn’t find they way to tuition
**** with vision, but can’t find a **** to listen
That was me, couldn’t see how these **** ain’t get it
I believed in myself when nobody else didn’t
I’m really built different, God did it
I pulled myself up outta the trenches
Blood in our veins
We got blue in our jeans
Always been better together
Ooh, we'll get it by any means
That's why they wanna divide
So now we know what we need
To set each other free we need you and me to set each other free we need unity
Blood on my hands. Cause I'm unstable
Blood on my veins movin slow cause the lunch table got my pressure low
Heaven knows I'm a blood Abel. But the Cain couldn't kill it, must have blood angels
And if you ask the blood ****, why is it blood dangerous?
He gon say. Cause that's just how it was
Tempers blew up. It's like I saw myself wearing blue chucks
Afraid to face the mirror I might lose touch with this lil image I'm upholding
Am I red, am I blue or am I truly golden?
And from this view I might lack perspective Whoopi Golden talkin bout it
Thought you was sick, but he only got a coffin on it
Swear losin homies is some wack shit. Twice. Losin' homies and some wack shit. All right
Somehow we convinced that gang banging is some Black shit
Humans organized Jesus on the road to Damascus
Who made borderlines and told us that over tracks is enemy territory?
Let's spin this shit on axis, huh?
As far as this bangin shit, I can't tell you don't be on it. Time to deal with the matter, ****. Now tell me how you want it
Blood in our veins
And we got blue in our jeans
Always been better together
Ooh, we'll get it by any means
That's why they wanna divide
So now we know what we need
To set each other free we need you and me to set each other free we need unity
To set each other free we need you and me to set each other free we need unity
To set each other free we need you and me to set each other free we need unity
