PUSH! - Pro-Gress lyrics

[Verse 1] They gave my man 18 years For a crime he ain't commit, that sh** just brought me to tears Not just cause of the time They got us in a bind It's a war against blacks The slave trade refined Want us all confined Chained up in a line Word to Jeezy and Plies, I'm bout to lose my mind They coming for the G's so every day should be savored Penitentiary's a form of cheap labor Hope I'm getting sh** clear with no plunger Attorneys up the fees as soon as you show hunger But with no paid lawyer you going under It's all about the bread, sh**, no wonder Please lord, forgive us for being sinners For some reason we all got rage in us All we trying to do is be winners We tired of eating beef flavored noodles for dinner [Hook] (x2) No stressing, we just progressing Mistakes is alright if you learn your lesson f** a recession, the devil's recessing The devil's playground and the hood need blessings [Verse 2] As real n***as, the cards are stacked against us Ducking them boys, them alphabets trying to pinch us Them jack boys lurking, gotta keep the fifth tucked And your co-de's snitch as soon as they sent up And our kids gonna resent us, for leaving them alone In this world to fend for their own We thought we was keeping it real, but to who though? When half of them G's is dead that you know And the other half in jail or turned snitch Straight k**ers who got hit, then turned b**h Trapping is dead, most yapping to the feds Better go put your effort in something legal instead Please lord, forgive us for being sinners For some reason we all got rage in us All we trying to do is be winners We tired of eating chicken flavored noodles for dinner [Hook] (x2)