Pro-Gress

[Verse 1]

They gave my man 18 years
For a crime he ain’t commit, that shit just brought me to tears
Not just cause of the time
They got us in a bind
It’s a war against blacks
The slave trade refined
Want us all confined
Chained up in a line
Word to Jeezy and Plies, I’m bout to lose my mind
They coming for the G’s so every day should be savored
Penitentiary’s a form of cheap labor
Hope I’m getting shit clear with no plunger
Attorneys up the fees as soon as you show hunger
But with no paid lawyer you going under
It’s all about the bread, shit, no wonder
Please lord, forgive us for being sinners
For some reason we all got rage in us
All we trying to do is be winners
We tired of eating beef flavored noodles for dinner

[Hook] (x2)

No stressing, we just progressing
Mistakes is alright if you learn your lesson
Fuck a recession, the devil’s recessing
The devil’s playground and the hood need blessings

[Verse 2]

As real niggas, the cards are stacked against us
Ducking them boys, them alphabets trying to pinch us
Them jack boys lurking, gotta keep the fifth tucked
And your co-de’s snitch as soon as they sent up
And our kids gonna resent us, for leaving them alone
In this world to fend for their own
We thought we was keeping it real, but to who though?
When half of them G’s is dead that you know
And the other half in jail or turned snitch
Straight killers who got hit, then turned bitch
Trapping is dead, most yapping to the feds
Better go put your effort in something legal instead
Please lord, forgive us for being sinners
For some reason we all got rage in us
All we trying to do is be winners
We tired of eating chicken flavored noodles for dinner

[Hook] (x2)