John River - Matthew's Song lyrics

[Verse 1] Play back my story was I Jig or was I Primo I made it off of talent You made it off a keynote That's the luck, as f**ed n***as k**ing n***as over C notes I'm little [?] about to make it out of [?] Fly me far from here, Can see the car from here That n***as about to steal because he starved for years Tired of being hungry, tired of being broke Too Papa left his Mama for the pen in like '02 Drama follow him, swallow him and his whole crew Told me drop the b**h name life because it owns you What n***a, some brown Tims new stuff too You gotta understand that's the sh** that the stuff you with Let me guess I'm Blood, you Crips One gun, two clips, both black boys [?] n***a R.I.P how [?] Undercover police n***a, all I see is a set up its a trap Think I'm finally understanding what it's like to be black In this world of gray Send a prayer to the heaven because the world is straight Apologize tomorrow I leave my girl today Because people ain't peaceful A subway to Heaven and they told me that the sea is full But still I try they said I'm supposed to hold pain Mama still I cry, they say it's not the c**aine But we still get high, sit back and light the propane Yet still we die All they doing is arresting Just a bit of introspection Only way to change the world is to start asking questions Just to come up with the team No amount of money ever let you buy my dream My Mama sad that I'm a piper Give it time let it see because orange is the new black But only if we let it be my n***a