Punch - 40 Years lyrics

[Intro] It's a world going on outside we ain't safe from (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) Staring our my project window [Verse 1] Off my sabbatical, uh, had to get at you, uh Fashionably late, just enough to make you salivate like vaginals International travels ain't change my apparel All the way that I see the straight and narrow Foolish pride, ego is big as the pharaoh Head in the clouds when shots echo From [?] to the [?] all the way back to my ghetto You hear the trappers crescendo Uno momento, get them kids out the window Bullets ain't got no names and they don't care who they go into So my auntie said I felt defensible Like a superhero, it's as if I never bled Woke up the next morning, heard that [censored] was dead They shot him twice in his head Moment of silence for this moment of violence n***as is out here wilding, yeah Shell cases in the sandbox Walls tatted with fragments on top of taggings Rival hoods getting wacked out, combative savages Damaged goods is how they packaged us, yeah [Interlude] (PTSD) Could you ever walk in these shoes? (PTSD) Stroll down the block (PTSD) 40 years plus these streets been on fire (PTSD) That young man is 14, but hatred is its own desire (PTSD) Bound to the set by blood [Verse 2] You k** who you know, my homie Nate gave me that quote That's possibly the truest thing he ever spoke We done made more n***as ghost from our hood than any other hood We wanted smoke This ain't a rap subliminal jab back and forth This is hop out the G ride and burn down the front porch It's hard to hold the AR properly When the forces from the torch is jerking your whole body That mean innocent bodies by standing they dying obviously It's ominous Toast to every body that's trying not to sin in this ungodly society Post traumatic anxiety, the reason why we be ducking sobriety Gotta get high to deal with this rivalry It's 40 year civil war we be fighting so profitably the irony It's the American way, get yours, get paid Make an example, whoever in the way, spray But I ain't no preacher man I ain't jumping up and down like a deacon, I'm just thinking man [Interlude] Could you ever walk in these shoes? Stroll down the block A father, a mentor, a lesson about crescendo A hustler's on the view from this project window Got put on the only time he ever seen love 40 years plus these streets been on fire 911 is a joke and the sirens bring riots Unc said, "roll the windows up, n***as is cold" (Roll the windows up) Felt a breeze in his bones (His bones) Every time the wind blows Bullet holes