Sean C Johnson - Overexposed lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Faith] Back home in the A you know I rep my city Home of the Braves errbody tryna get it One time for the South-Side know it's undefeated Got a word for the haters out here sneak dissing I can't hear you over the sound of this base in the trunk I can't see you through the lens of my RayBan's', uh They don't feel you, let me tell you 'bout the place that we come from Block away from my house right now is a queen selling all she got on the corner Got homies right now with the work tryna pay they bills selling marijuana My bad homie, I don't play those games tryna stay away from drama Middle American white kids they ain't never heard nothing like this Mamma on the couch strung out, D-Fax storming through the door And they taking her kids so she's slitting her wrists They don't wanna hear about Jesus sitting in the pews of prosperity preachers Got a mansion in the burbs and a church in the hood But the Lord sees all when it comes down to it And the blood of many young men slang cries out in the streets Feel the pain in my words, feel the d**h in this beat We were set up for defeat so close to the heat Born with the barrel of a gun in ya face Growin' up now he got a gun in his waist Racism is strong see the confederate flag Don't call the police you know better than that Cla** barriers if you tryna get paid Got your mamma in the line for the federal aid No studio loans you tryna keep her home I think it's something wrong with the way this is So we stand for justice in the face of this Cause where I'm from it's in my face you dig I know the answer is Christ on a tree Cliche maybe I just hope we see, amen Answer is Christ on a tree Cliche maybe I just hope we see, amen [Hook: Sean C. Johnson] When the cards that are dealt ain't fair It can get so lonely here You won't leave us You won't leave no [Verse 2: Dre Murray] My brotha told me that my skin was my sin And I ain't understand, he said You'll get the picture when you develop as a man See now I'm a believer so I know it ain't His plan But I see my brotha's words as I travel through this land Where the dark-skin perish, the fairer skin cherish And that's within my own race with that I'm embarra**ed To even speak these words as I peek out from the terrace And gaze at this homicide, they say it ain't homicide We calling it genocide we fight to stay alive You know how many tears I done seen on mothers faces You know how much liquor they poured can't count the cases All this before we explore hate from other races See one thing I could never ignore is the faces I see when I search my family tree there's no traces Of Africans resembling me, man what's the basis Of these companies that's charging a fee to turn the pages On a book they didn't write, a life they didn't lead They gathered in the night just to watch them bleed That noose is still visible but bondage won't succeed Lord come quickly freedom is what we need Amen [Hook]