Skipp Coon & Mister Nick - I Can't Cope lyrics

[Verse 1: Skipp Coon] In between rap music and Jesus All I know about is women, revolution and sneakers Streets taught me to value Air Max and beepers The sweatshops sold what the dope fiends reap us Turning poverty to profit, that's something that hunger teaches They seeing firearms, we praying that God reach us Praying for the floor, knowing we stuck in the bleachers Cold world keep us clutching them heaters To be a star in the hood, you gotta have rims and speakers The truth hurts, we love the lies they feed us Catch-22, get ate by the pigs and cheetahs Wolves at the doorbell, markets, corners and beaters We boxed by the thoughts they teach us And it's a thin line between a pimp and a preacher Religion send the reaper to greet us Left heaven, found hell, coming up out Alex urethra [Hook x8] I can't cope [Verse 2: Skipp Coon] In between blue lines, I write rhymes A byproduct of deacons and dollar signs, Christians and drug crimes I'd rather bus a table than bust a nine Ain't no point of me lying, I'm at the breaking point in my mind It's ‘bout the art, I could never get signed And I promise I'm fine, I stay on my grind, keep honing my lines Rappers rap about the game when they ride the pine Then they talk about ki's when they nickel and dime See, I don't believe in Sprite, you either lemon or lime If you ain't telling the truth then you gotta be lying I'm dying, sooner or later, so I'm co*king my iron I'm fighting for freedom, then I know it's gonna be mine I'd die in the struggle ‘fore I stand on the lies They know the power of the drums so they poison the rhymes I feel like Malcolm peeking out of the blinds Or Nat Turner in the field at the site of the sign [Hook x8] [Verse 3: Skipp Coon] I'm the same age as crack and AIDS With a ski mask and gauge, I will not live a slave Bury me next to Dolly's grave It is what it is, us uppity n***as'll never behave My palms face heaven when I pray, but I'm saved I feel like the deacons with they weapons raised Manhattan for some beads were a hell of a trade They ain't been nothing but trouble since they came out them caves They never made nothing but war and plagues They never had nothing but nerve to invade The bombings and oppression prove that they brave I only watch two shows: The Wire and ofays Strings come attached to everything they gave d**h is for certain, I will not be afraid The debts they made can't be repaid I don't salute that flag, I'd rather see it ablaze I can't cope