New Message - The Friendly City lyrics

[Verse 1: D Horton] Too many nightmares I'm having lately. This sh** is ill Yeah my album doing well, but still my n***as getting k**ed, booked in Denver 4/20 still my n***as getting years He might never see his daughter if he don't get this appeal And it's real homie check the news It's like, white boy get the green, black boy get the blues Hell the only time he read when he would bang wit piru's And it's crazy how the color wheel portray how being colored feel Never felt the pressure that I guarantee his mother will Lost my favorite n***a that's how every little brother feel sh** don't change so f** whoever get elected It's hell on earth just depending on your perspective God damn Man god damn Another murder sh** is getting closer to the fam Hell the way it's looking they might never understand Think about your mother's heart before you k** another man, god damn Pity for the block Funerals be back to back got the city on watch Late night gun shots, sh** is nothing out the norm Lies are merely the illusion and freedom's the biggest form It's hard to understand how my n***as don't get informed If you thinking life is fair then I'm sorry homie you wrong It's heavy so I'm a put it in song They might never pay attention but they damn sholl sing along [Hook] In the friendly city Ain't nothing friendly bout the friendly city I used to wanna run, but now I wanna fly Don't wanna see no tears coming out of my mother's eye Gotta make it better my n***a at least try Wonder why do we die Why do we die...in the friendly city [Verse 2: D Horton] And they yelling keep calm sh** no way when Ive seen children die inside their mother's arm And hell im a father myself Make me sit and reminisce how many father's are left To be honest and this off the record, you know for fun I thanked God I had a daughter right now who would want a son Put another black man in the dark so he can run Right into the devil's trap if God don't lead him to the sun And I never doubted God until I seen how Mike was done sh** his chance to make it out is like 12 billion to 1 Better chance to hit the f**ing lotto, yeah right You pay ya last so next year you can come right bike And sh** I just might cause we know Third base, 4th quarter, last second free throw You get the message if the message for you This beat the coldest but that's KT and new message for you Give me the canvas just to paint a brighter picture for the youth Mixed the paint in with the truth What this image say to you If you heard this and this sh** don't move ya spirit says enough about I gave you all the problems, now what you gone do My conclusion is to seek solutions, be proactive See them post it on ig but never see em take no action Over reacting cause this sh** is heavy so I put it in song They might never pay attention but they damn sholl sing along [Hook] In the friendly city Ain't nothing friendly bout the friendly city I used to wanna run, but now I wanna fly Don't wanna see no tears coming out of my mother's eye Gotta make it better my n***a at least try Wonder why do we die Why do we die...in the friendly city