Bad Times

Polices knock on the door light switch me on low The gang banging and bullet shots was across the road The Blood staining the concrete i couldn’t save you all I had the usual keys still couldn’t pick the lock But all these kids selling dope,crack Mary J for G’s All these women on amazon buying d*cks for free The bad times when a yeezy kick needed needle seam And one eye wasn’t open i made sure i could see The bad times that can bring back martin lurther king I had a dream and i did see what’s a better place With 100G’s on the table behind the Stussy case OJ came into mind God i know the word is fake Made a brother get boxed in within the yellow tapes Finger print does it match you i guess the colour fades All these addicts are passive they hate the bible too I hate to see when you serving up death on table 2 My soul is cross enough close enough to be into you I guess the youth doesn’t understand when the sky is blue You turn it grey now these people will start to question you Cause broken mirrors and pieces will never picture you They want you answering prayers but noone prays to you I understand i mean God tell me what to do Cover up all these stars i see a second moon Cause noone lives upon mars i need follow you