Pharrell Williams - Good Kidd Martin lyrics

Breaking down some herb To stimulate my mind Hoping I'm not wasting time Spittin lyrics when I could be chasing dimes That's how my mind works But I can put on a suit and tie Go Rob a bank and show you how crime works Like I'm above em all And that's including the law Just another slave to society Pardon my irony bu*ton up shirt, need some ironing But I rather iron hoodies It's about who's inside of it Something that they never care about Judge a book by its cover I mean his skin color Another brother taken from his mother That's everyday in the hood BecAuse we act up Toss ties instead we ski masked and blacked up That's why we looked down on My skin is frowned on No respect to my ancestors who had crowns on This one for trayvon, sean bell and Ama-do... Rodney took a beating that was better than a bullet wound Good kid Mad city Where they never showin pity Asking all my brothers Drop ya weapons And let's stop the k**ing Looking at a corpse After shots hit, of course We just k**ing one another No remorse to each other I'm a sinner in my own ways Forget my old days We make mistakes everyday Till we in old age And even then we need to listen For the knowledge that we're missing We should always be forgiven Bullets enter the chamber No slavery Breaking free Once the triggers squeezed All you feel is heat You as the shooter Get this evilness into you Or as victim You laying there feeling heat from earth center Like cowards... You see a weapon as power Tough appearance but you are softer than any flower I'm hip to the younger crowd coppin a Dutch Rather that than them coppin something they have to clutch In my generation The man is waiting, steady levitatin For us to k** each other or end up incarcerated I'm here to spread the message You need to count ya blessing Government ain't helping And the system ain't too welcoming Less you got wealthy friends That ain't the case Judges look you in ya face and they judge you by ya race Such a slap in the face to my people We all carry brains But don't use em, it's illegal... Good kid Mad city Where they never showin pity Asking all my brothers Drop ya weapons And let's stop the k**ing Looking at a corpse After shots hit, of course We just k**ing one another No remorse to each other I'm a sinner in my own ways Forget my old days We make mistakes everyday Till we in old age And even then we need to listen For the knowledge that we're missing We should always be forgiven