KickBack90s - Think 'Bout It lyrics

[Intro + scratches] Seven, seven... Think 'bout it! 7 Pounds, uh! Now... [Verse 1] Times pa**in' by like they were in a drive A little baby cries 'cause he doesn't see in the sky The sun rise, only lies that make the sun rise Painted in a color red blood, takin' everybody's smile Not even words can fix some damages of images From them who don't know what knowledge is Not even me and I've been fightin' from the starts For the blocked hearts with my society's Nice in the nights, thinkin' 'bout life's price Christ, price is high but I don't give up on fights Look around to see if you find inspiration But what you get is only degradation I thank God everytime I'm dead wrong 'cause that makes me a human being, not a fake son And I tell it like this and you may not like it But at least you should think 'bout it, yeah [Scratches] [Verse 2] How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself an old man inside of a teen Two minutes of an adult won't make everything grow up The limit of what you can borrow don't let you do that I'm talkin' borrowin' a soul, goal of a warrior Protectin' yours is a knight thing, givin' one only God knows Sometimes I look if the scar in my head is still closed 'cause if it ain't so, mines would escape and go Peer pressure trynna knock me in My battle against d** but I take three pills By my own then increase the quantity Increasin' the fuziness in mind quality How can I hate these dawgs when I'm a hypocrite? I say they changed so I blame it on me And I tell it like these and I may not like it But at least I should think 'bout it, uh huh! [Scratches] [Verse 3] Wake up in the morning, wake up in my fourteens Wake up with the urge of runnin' under the rain that early was fallin' Wake up wantin' to do nothing but I remember Days of December and they depress me Wait up, it's the evening, wait up, I am fifteen Wait up, I ain't got no one to believe in But God f**ed up my sinnin' Wait up! Now I got enough strength to pray, now: God, forgive my self-hurtin', uh! God, forgive my self-murkin', uh! God, allow my self-holdin', uh! God, allow my self-lovin', uh! (You don't know what you done, kid, uh! Must recover your world, kid, uh!) And he tell it likes this and I may not like it But at least I should think 'bout it, uh! [Scratches]