Released: September 19, 2016
Songwriter: Sage Of Six
Producer: RZA
[Verse]
My pop said
I was addicted to the music
That's the water
Word to Mick
No use trying to dilute it
I could push white
Like daisies
Chase pink like tulips
But I rather compose
And sing songs from my two lips
I've got no use for substances
But I see people abuse em
My aunty on crack
My uncle strung on this liquor
Floating through his life
With his feet near the ceiling
But the homie stressed out
Cause he living near the killings
Son became a product
Brother died from dealing
But it's better to have him drunk
Than have him stealing
Or feeling Women and children
Like the sickos on the news
I caught this teacher dude
Getting brain after school
Ol' girl was failing class
Until she did the extra credit
And now her ass sag
Because she's pregnant
Thank god it ain't mine
Cause I've been hitting too
But when they throw it at you
It ain't shit you can do
What you expect
The media's been riddled with sex
And she needs to escape
From the pain and the stress
But she doesn't understand
Her actions are making it worse
She doesn't have the type of attitude
That would let her discourse
Ever since she was little
Her parents have been divorced
And she doesn't have the courage
To let them know it hurts
So she been living life on her own
With no regrets
No parental advisory
And no safety with the sex
But her boyfriend gang affiliated
And she feels safety with the set
But they share the same goal
And she ain't safe yet
Now she feels used and abused
They were looking for something
She won't let it get worse
She ain't looking for comfort
She's looking for freedom
Found 44 cals
Now she's longer breathing
My pop said
I was addicted to the music
That's the water
Word to Mick
No use trying to dilute it
I could push white
Like daisies
Chase pink like tulips
But I rather compose
And sing songs from my two lips
I've got no use for substances
But I see people abuse em
My aunty on crack
My uncle strung on this liquor
Floating through his life
With his feet near the ceiling
But the homie stressed out
Cause he living near the killings
Son became a product
Brother died from dealing
But it's better to have him drunk
Than have him stealing
Or feeling Women and children
Like the sickos on the news
I caught this teacher dude
Getting brain after school
Ol' girl was failing class
Until she did the extra credit
And now her ass sag
Because she's pregnant
Thank god it ain't mine
Cause I've been hitting too
But when they throw it at you
It ain't shit you can do
What you expect
The media's been riddled with sex
And she needs to escape
From the pain and the stress
But she doesn't understand
Her actions are making it worse
She doesn't have the type of attitude
That would let her discourse
Ever since she was little
Her parents have been divorced
And she doesn't have the courage
To let them know it hurts
So she been living life on her own
With no regrets
No parental advisory
And no safety with the sex
But her boyfriend gang affiliated
And she feels safety with the set
But they share the same goal
And she ain't safe yet
Now she feels used and abused
They were looking for something
She won't let it get worse
She ain't looking for comfort
She's looking for freedom
Found 44 cals
Now she's longer breathing
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