Chief Kamachi - Get Righteous Or Die Tryin lyrics

(CHORUS) I gotta get righteous or die tryin Born to be a king, not a dope dealer supplyin Locked in the bottom of a jail cell cryin Gangsters dont shed tears, them OG's liein (VERSE) I talked to the karma king tryin to get the game score It ain't red or blue, the color green start the gang war I did some things in life that I should be ashamed for 8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store Dope fiends bobbin there heads, with a vien tore Walk with the steel umbrella, incase the rain pour Welcome to the world young fella, we gettin slayed more Can't think straight, there puttin poison in our brain core My sneaker money takin food out of childrens stomach 3 weeks in the streets, watch the good feelins plummett Wasted so many days starin at the cielin blunted Can't get a legal job, but n***a I don't really want it I ain't sh**, eatin off the devils fork Satanic degree, I ain't even a level short There ain't no soviernty, you strollin in a rebel court They talkin some time, a young mind never thought God of this universe Why you sent me to this earth? Show me my afterlife before you send me to the hearse I just wanted to put some pennies in my mommies purse College degree? I might just catch a homy first Crazy, with all the options that you gave me I feel that I was born to be a hustler since a baby Entrapeneaur, settled in the wrong hood 24/7 peddlin the wrong goods Hatreds my path, dealin with the nonsense Don't wanna be a murderer with k**ins on my conscience Lookin in a wine gla**, lookin for my sanity War zone lay under a camoflauged canopy Its serious Dope can't quarantine are areas n***as hungry, better feed the pitbull terriors Bit marks in the moon, night time spherior Guns go boom like the kid straight from Syria The Government crooked The people is crooked Im just tryin to get it back cause there the first ones that took it Thats my mindset The streets ain't gotta pinchin for a crime vent Each day is our last, they don't know how much time left I hear a voice, brother take a divine step Search deep within, thats where the divine kept Pick up a book and study your history fam King kidnapped, brought to this mystery land We came in a boat with a a chain and a rope All we had was our God and the kingdom of hope Its our mathematics that operate your cable remotes 40 acres n***a? They gave us 40 ounces of dope Ready to snap Like the program man who attack Its takin centuries to get our f**in families back If they ain't gotta a million from sports or a million from rap Then they workin for minimum wage tryin to get em a knack It's been a minute since the fridge had some groceries packed All I can do is try and get to where im supposed to be at See the light and the force come Days til the war drum All this bullsh** music makin us more dumb The stress, d**, and s** is weakenin our health I ain't preachin to n***as im just speakin for myself Child of Africa Raised in America Travelin back home, tryin to purify my character (CHORUS) I gotta get righteous or die tryin Born to be a king, not a dope dealer supplyin Locked in the bottom of a jail cell cryin Gangsters dont shed tears, them OG's liein