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