If it wasnt for bad luck,
hell i guess that a nigga wouldnt have none
but when I think about it ,
what would i be without my gun
How could i get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldnt run
and how i was given a daughter when i always prayed for a son
life is crazy aint it, sometimes i even think the same thing
ive been waiting on freedom to ring hell but aint a thing changed
and i lost my brother in the struggle, Teddy here lost his mother,
and i'm thinking if i lose mines whos gonna raise my brother
not to be a thug, stay in school, dont use drugs
who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love
so i pray for the better days, face the bomb and the run-a-ways
and i put my guns away and i pray for peace on sunday, its crazy aint it
If it wasnt for, all these killings and all these conflicts and religions
And the muslim, jews, and christians, but know that we are all god's children
theres only, one him, plus aint none of yall confronted him
so blind in our own minds we wouldnt even know god if we was in front of him
and, i read your books and know all your remixes to the bible
what about a verse for the thugs curled with drugs and survival
thats asking for chapters naming Martin, malcolm and faricon
in all my history books the only one died was the americans
and thats the point of mine, whos responsible for vietnam
and hold on theres more we had two world wars
and how come the judges make more than the teachers is making
when they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education
life is crazy aint it
|