Make Me Over

[Verse 1: Boogie]

Whoa

We still hanging from the tree, I guess we better leaves

They still gon' Marshawn Lynch me if I never speak

I see hawks that can’t see they own thoughts

Because they eyes was on women

That can’t mind they own business

Sitting in my church, looking at my pastor

Say he tryna find a witness, I’m like, “Nah, I ain’t snitchin',” whoa

What if niggas looked at prison like a prism?

While we squaring up with others

Always thinking that we different

Guess we, guess we in it, let it out your system

‘Cause the system been assisting on your downfall, ah

See, I got lost in the truth

As I lie here just look at what I found, y'all

Lord, Lord, won’t you wrap your arms 'round my body?

Put me in the sky, won’t you let me know you got me?

And even if you drop me, I don’t really see it wrong, why?

Cuz you been holding me so long

Whoa

[Hook: D'anna Stewart]

You say I’ve been so strange lately

You can see how I done changed, baby

Lately I’ve been going through some things

Oohhh

[Interlude: Boogie’s son, Darius]

My dear God, I ask you to bless my dad, my mom, my, my cousins, my cousin Ariana, Joshua, Tiana, Ronnie and Gregory

And bless my mommy, my daddy…

[Verse 2: Boogie]

Whoa, uh, uh

That’s my five-year-old kid; he’s still got crayons in his cupboard

Now how I’m ‘posed to tell him I got shot over a color?

That don’t make sense, and sense ain’t too common, is it?

They try to blame them, they ain’t really the problem, is it?

Y'all got it twisted, and it’s fucking all my nerves up

Nigga, fuck your turn-up

How I’m 'posed to benefit? How that shit concern us?

Word up, that nigga killed Tiana, now her family up in hell

He the one that’s 'posed to burn up

Guess it ain’t my, I guess it ain’t my place

How I’m fighting for this race who ain’t got faith up in they face

I can see it, I’ve been searching for myself

And I can’t even find a reason

I got shot up in my foot, I’m never gon’ be defeated

I promise, whoa

[Bridge: Boogie]

Okay let’s clap for them niggas

Who turn they back on us niggas

‘Cause they was clapping at niggas

To get it cracking for niggas who really hate 'em

They hanging from the cliff; let me see if you gon’ save ‘em

Man, I bet not

[Hook: D'anna Stewart]

You say I’ve been so strange lately

You can see how I done changed, baby

Lately I’ve been going through some things

Oohhh

[Outro: Boogie’s son, Darius]

Dear God, I ask you to keep my family strong

And keep my daddy out of trouble

Amen