Swoope - Mindset lyrics

[Intro sample] Heal the world Make it a better place For you and for me And the entire human race There are people dying If you care enough for the living [Hook] I'm out here dying and no one cares I'm out here crying and no one's there This is the mindset of our culture Of our culture, of our culture [Verse 1] I got nowhere to plug in I have no outlet My father went to the pen and he ain't out yet The TV raised me no one pays me attention lately So maybe I'll go off and do something crazy Like make 3 babies before I'm 18 I'm only 15 but no one's listening To my cry for help so I get piercings When I'm 16 I'll get tattoos Try a bit of weed, I've already had booze I've already had two people molest me The first one verbally, the next one s**ually Sex to me is the answer not the question, see I never seem complete unless a body is next to me Now I'm 17 and the glamour of selling weed is dope And a much easier way to cope cause... [Hook] [Verse 2] Much easier way to cope cause The fact is I'm broken A old used car yeah my car real broken Had a system in it but my car got broke(n) in System stolen, window broken Uh, and now my window's broken And I feel cold when the wind blows cold in I tried to block it out take a J roll it up Down this Courvoisier, eh blow it up That was just my family's way growing up But I was just a family straight growing up That being the black sheep in The family in fact he is the trash heap in The family The garbage disposal Throw him out and now the garbage disposed of Out on the corner Whether or you speaking of the real or metaphor I'm still out on the corner House wasn't a home so kicked out by my owner I'm out on my own so I'm out for my own, oh Uh, Am I out of my dome , no, uh, I'm just a child all alone so I'm trying to find a man in me in the sheets I'm trying to find a family in the streets When I chill with my boys kind of fills up the void So all of this insanity gives me peace The same old same and the pain is so strainful and draining I can't seem to k** this leech Stranger in the land, estranged from His hand I can't seem seem to feel His reach Uh, But I still feel police, uh So how I'm supposed to feel at peace When the boys from the precinct Want my boys and me extinct so they pull a piece? Time and time again this stuff just repeats itself I find myself wondering when I'm going be laying in the street myself myself Scenario ain't far fetched, uh Look what they did to Mike Brown, uh They smoke G over cigars, uh, and you telling me to pipe down? Like I'm trying to pick a fight now all against the whites now this ain't the civil rights now quiet down If he wouldn't have wrecked a cop then he wouldn't have gotten shot so it's really his fault, shooting justified now Uh, how could you be that pa**ive? Wow, how could you say get past it? If you ain't never lived a day in the life of a black kid plagued by his blackness dag it Uh, my white friends say get over it Privileged, it's like they don't notice it Uh, they trying to sweep life under rug, uh Say my opinion is overk** You wasn't in Ferguson when it happened Wasn't in the cop's shoes when he started blasting Could have been an accident you ain't got the facts man So stop acting like you's a police captain Uh, you right man, I ain't a chief But I can't believe you could care less Another 18 kid laying in the streets With two to the dome and four to the chest Uh, whether or not race played a part A kid getting shot should weigh on your heart, uh Whether it's Mike B. or Trayvon All around the world it's the same song