Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Kevin (SA)
Seventh track on Kevin’s first mixtape. A simple breakdown on problems facing society and how we need to wake up with hopes of making better of our situations. Rapped over the Just Blaze produced “PSA” by Jay Z off his 2003 LP, The Black Album
Verse 1
People can do the unexpected
Nights were made to be avoided, but it’s really where the life’s at
More lives end
Big problems
People have changed the concept of what’s good and what’s bad
The riches were once rags
The bitches were first banged
Niggas filled them applications but were never really called back
Whites are CEOs and street cleaners are all blacks
I pray that
And hope bad
Whatever things I do in life were really first God blessed
May God bless the niggas
The war fighting killers
The pole dancing strippers
We all are the sinners
The teachers ain’t doing shit
How is it that rappers are the ones who finally reaching us?
Who preaching us?
Whites born beside a book
Blacks taught to use a tool
They know not that what they do is really only killing us
We prisoners of ourselves
We prisoners of ourselves
We live on earth but it kind of feel like we in hell
Everyday is fucked up but we smile like we well
Verse 2
Assemble up niggas
Hear the shit that y’all been missing
Fuck that old shit
That boring shit
That fakes be spitting
This the real shit
The cold shit
That I be giving
Believe it
I rap what’s in my heart and soul
I live it
From day to day in the streets I roamed
So listen
Cause what they say is fucking dead and gone
Is living
So hard to fucking part your friends from your enemies
Impossible to put my friends from my family
That’s how it is
Fathers giving up their kids
Mothers pouring down their tears
Every single night, pillows soaking up cause they fear
Hoping for the best
Waiting for the worse
“Will my son graduate, will I lose him to the hears?
Another Sunday gone and again them niggas skipping church
This that type of shit that make us niggas wide in hell and burn
This again makes me wonder, “how is it we never learn?”
Ignorance a bitch, ‘fore we listen, gotta fuck us first
Guns burst
Feel we cursed
Oh no! Girl have turned to whore
Close niggas have fallen faux
Rich niggas have fallen broke
You once was like Jigga; richer than an average nigga
Now you just like Hammer; money don’t want nothing to the you
Bridge
You can try to change but that’s just a top layer
Man you are what you was when you got here
Only God can judge me
So I’m gone
Either love me or leave me alone