Get Righteous Or Die Tryin

(CHORUS)
I gotta get righteous or die tryin
Born to be a king, not a dope dealer supplyin
Locked in the bottom of a jail cell cryin
Gangsters dont shed tears, them OG's liein

(VERSE)
I talked to the karma king tryin to get the game score
It ain't red or blue, the color green start the gang war
I did some things in life that I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads, with a vien tore
Walk with the steel umbrella, incase the rain pour
Welcome to the world young fella, we gettin slayed more
Can't think straight, there puttin poison in our brain core
My sneaker money takin food out of childrens stomach
3 weeks in the streets, watch the good feelins plummett
Wasted so many days starin at the cielin blunted
Can't get a legal job, but nigga I don't really want it
I ain't shit, eatin off the devils fork
Satanic degree, I ain't even a level short
There ain't no soviernty, you strollin in a rebel court
They talkin some time, a young mind never thought
God of this universe
Why you sent me to this earth?
Show me my afterlife before you send me to the hearse
I just wanted to put some pennies in my mommies purse
College degree? I might just catch a homy first
Crazy, with all the options that you gave me
I feel that I was born to be a hustler since a baby
Entrapeneaur, settled in the wrong hood
24/7 peddlin the wrong goods
Hatreds my path, dealin with the nonsense
Don't wanna be a murderer with killins on my conscience
Lookin in a wine glass, lookin for my sanity
War zone lay under a camoflauged canopy
Its serious
Dope can't quarantine are areas
Niggas hungry, better feed the pitbull terriors
Bit marks in the moon, night time spherior
Guns go boom like the kid straight from Syria
The Government crooked
The people is crooked
Im just tryin to get it back cause there the first ones that took it
Thats my mindset
The streets ain't gotta pinchin for a crime vent
Each day is our last, they don't know how much time left
I hear a voice, brother take a divine step
Search deep within, thats where the divine kept
Pick up a book and study your history fam
King kidnapped, brought to this mystery land
We came in a boat with a a chain and a rope
All we had was our God and the kingdom of hope
Its our mathematics that operate your cable remotes
40 acres nigga? They gave us 40 ounces of dope
Ready to snap
Like the program man who attack
Its takin centuries to get our fuckin families back
If they ain't gotta a million from sports or a million from rap
Then they workin for minimum wage tryin to get em a knack
It's been a minute since the fridge had some groceries packed
All I can do is try and get to where im supposed to be at
See the light and the force come
Days til the war drum
All this bullshit music makin us more dumb
The stress, drugs, and sex is weakenin our health
I ain't preachin to niggas im just speakin for myself
Child of Africa
Raised in America
Travelin back home, tryin to purify my character

(CHORUS)
I gotta get righteous or die tryin
Born to be a king, not a dope dealer supplyin
Locked in the bottom of a jail cell cryin
Gangsters dont shed tears, them OG's liein