Bruce Leekix - Righteous Minds lyrics

[Verse 1] I never knew the world could be this mad Only vision I had of s** was Color Me Badd And I never knew the world could be this cold Only time a n***a die, he was playing a role But now n***as get their souls stole' so often They only thing they offer dreamers is a wake and a coffin From NY, to Compton, down to Austin She said that orifice morph into abortions without precaution Problem with our people, there's too many wanna-be Jordan Too many forces thinking they could make a fortune scorin' Too many wanna-be actors instead of achieving their masters At least a bachelors but no, too many wanna-be rappers That's just statistics, don't mistake me for hypocrites Like n***as in the White House supplying Wite-Out On Jim Crow Laws, you probably missed it Hard to be persistent when you're tryin' to fight for your existence [Hook x2] It ain't easy livin' life like this When you tryin' to be righteous but know a n***a might just Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis It really ain't easy livin' life like this When you tryin' to be righteous but know a n***a might just Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis [Verse 2] Person mad nervous, you surrender to sterling Look them in the eye, If looks made you die, you know you merk ‘em Right there, plus his hide is like, right here So you know that if you would fight fair then you'd have him like, quite scared But don't forget the TEC held high by your right ear So listen loud and clear: you don't wanna lose your life, dear And don't you show a slight tear or let 'em sight fear Just let 'em disappear the night air, yea with your Nike Airs Ride by the crackheads, left alone in the apartment Mothers be jobless, so they make dollars shaking it topless, and Daddy been gone said he, took off like ostrich Since he gain knowledge, I'm keeping it with the synopsis, and sh** like that make you wish you were adopted To escape the pain, you join a gang and get intoxicated Have no shame, nothing wrong with some Mary Jane The only thing is you do it again, and again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again... [Hook x2] [Interlude: Belly scene] [Verse 3] Imagine me fed up, a go-getter, for mo' cheddar Po' never, blow Berettas ‘cause I know no better No Era, no STEEZ, no Kirk, no Lee No school, no OG, no talent, no me What if I just ain't act right? What if I pack crack white with my sack tight, join the gat fight? The click-clack type, slide in the vipe with the black stripe And give my friends the back knife, ‘cause "That's life, n***a" [Hook x2]