Trauma

[Intro] Used to be a dreamer But you know I've found [Verse 1] Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail On a visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn And even worse, my judge Black, don't wanna see me do well It's either that or Black people for sale Gave me two to four years like, "Fuck your life, meet me in hell" And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider Tryna impress them people in power who power abusin' us For forty-four dollars an hour, you coward, they usin' ya Was it self-hate that made you send me upstate? This where the so-called "real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes And at your phone time, if you ain't got no money, you ain't online Can't call your son, call your daughter just to wish 'em on prom Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon' be a cold summer Your son trappin' and your homie givin' O's to him And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him And you just wanna make it home so you can show it to him And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya, they want blood We all hangin' with a noose on our neck My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check We still niggas, though, what you expect? [Chorus] I just won I was on the corner with the reaper And they got us warring for our freedom Seen my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Huh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mama And the judge got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the locker [Verse 2] Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease They shot that boy twenty times when they could've told him just freeze Could've put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed "The ambulance, they coming, baby, just breathe" That's what the old lady said when she screamed This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th And in the Thirteenth Amendment, it don't say that we kings It say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing They told Kaep', "Stand up, you wanna play for a team" And all his teammates ain't sayin' a thing (Stay woke) If you don't stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something And in the '60s, if you kneeled, you'd probably be killed But they don't kill you now, they just take it out of your deal Kill your account, look where money get spilled, check it And they don't kill you now, they just take it out of your deal Kill your account, look where money get spilled [Chorus] I just won I was on the corner with the reaper And they got us warring for our freedom Seen my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Huh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mama And the judge got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the locker (Yeah, uh) [Verse 3] How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail? Invisible shackles on a king 'cause, shit, I'm on bail I went from sellin' out arenas, now, shit, I'm on sale Them cold nights startin' to feel like hell, uh Watchin' a Black woman take my freedom Almost made me hate my people When they label you felon, it's like they tellin' you they not equal Eleven years goin' to court knowin' they might keep you'll drive you crazy Twenty-three hours in a cell, somebody save me I'm on a jail call tryna explain it to my baby I gotta do the calendar twice and that's a maybe Trauma [Chorus] I just won I was on the corner with the reaper And they got us warring for our freedom Seen my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Huh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mama And the judge got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the locker Huh, trauma