Awon - Summer Madness lyrics

[Intro: Awon] Summer madness Shout out to the homie [?] [Verse 1: Awon] Summertime you wanna get your groove on Get your move on, the streets be Moulin Rouge yo, some thugs be packing the uzo Or hollering at shorties, trynna get them some culo Gangsters godfather like Mario Puzo Take the brother out who be getting the loot though Another ghetto star dressed up in his suit Not for prom graduation but his summertime funeral The weather's hot so is the block and the waistline Of all the wolves who be plotting trynna take shine The summertime should be filled with no pain This one is dedicated to those days it rained When concrete was stained by the violence in the streets Humid nights filled with police sirens and white sheets It's rare that the summer brings peace and no beef I pour out some Henny for the homies, Rest In Peace [Hook: Awon] Summer madness, the season of bleeding Summer madness, the season of grieving Summer madness brings along the sadness Summer madness, some are tragic Summer madness, the season of bleeding Summer madness, the season of grieving Summer madness brings along the sadness Summer madness, some are tragic [Verse 2: Awon] Even though the blunts and the 40s be out They putting 30s in the clips while the shorties is out The brother Sayeed told me little homie got hit Right on Mother's Day, now my stomach is sick The violence doesn't solve it and the problems persist Authorities ain't trynna fix the problem for sh** Population control when we k** off our own Each one teach one yo It starts in the home I tell my seeds I love 'em cause it weighs on my dome The streets so crazy they might not make it back home I pray every day that I make it to see another tomorrow Time borrowed from the summer that's true indeed If you understand the struggle you can take it from me Early graves ain't a place people waiting to see But the summer brings Satan, the warmth and the wrath If you hear gunfire stay up out of its path [Hook: Awon] Summer madness, the season of bleeding Summer madness, the season of grieving Summer madness brings along the sadness Summer madness, some are tragic Summer madness, the season of bleeding Summer madness, the season of grieving Summer madness brings along the sadness Summer madness, some are tragic [Verse 3: Awon] It's something about humid days and hot nights That get n***as murdered when they hit the spot light The goons stay lurking, eyes open on your block Beef with rival crews you stay ducking the cops Even with ID, you get humiliated Handcuffed in front of your crib, also your neighbors They call you a boy when they know you a man Summertime especially not free in this land Of dreams and prosperity, we lost integrity d**h is thy destiny if jail not catching me first I don't wanna hold another hearse I don't wanna say Rest In Peace another verse But as long as racism lurks and people are jerks Is the time frame when innocent kids are getting hurt Black-on-black crime, what about black and blue You won't understand it until it happens to you And I know every summer my n***as act a fool It ain't no excuses I ain't trynna say it's cool But every man responsible for his own deeds And actions, I got that from the OGs So we ain't got a gun, we ain't holding no keys We checked out clean so let us go free With all due respect why don't k**ers get profiled? Seem like you send them to my hood to go wild Every summer [Outro] [?] Each one teach one, knowledge of self No faith in men I have faith in mankind Awon, make the [?] [?] It's real in the field, word is bond [?]