Sitting on Wire

[Intro]
Story of a little black boy with his nose all runny
Tryna shoot for the stars like them niggas owe him money
Tryna shoot for the stars like—
I messed up

[Verse]
Story of a little black boy with his nose all runny
Catch him shooting for the stars like them niggas owe him money
Tryna shoot at the stars like they laughed at him funny
Tryna shoot down the stars ‘cause his lifestyle crummy
Collateral damage for living like this
It ignited his spirit, fighting that was deep in his pit
Crazy when you in the dark, any light is bliss
You’d find that essence in anyone that’s willing to assist
Even if it’s in a negative way, you never knew these bad thoughts would ever go away
‘Til you in a viscous cycle where you lose your homie Michael to a nigga with a rifle
What would dictate your life?
Predicaments rain over his little ligaments, with his trigger finger bent he know his future is imminent
Fickle vision he shoot at anything given
Think about his own position
See, his opposition is everybody so honestly wouldn’t you act the same
If your voice was a weapon, if they try to take your name
Your heart was a target, you were born to be slain
I’m surprised they haven't turned and treated y’all the same
Doesn’t settle it, raised with killing etiquette
Do it for they own benefit, dogs bark with rhetoric
But they’ll never ever ever bite, se they didn’t really want to be a part of this fight
His friend group is a huge assortment
But they moms never had to call to say they important
In response to a death that’s been appointed on a black child so wild he’s disjointed
There lies a problem with that
Little boy please don't shoot back
No, stop!
Tu-tu-clack
Tu-tu-clack
Tu-tu-clack
I guess that’s that
His peers always seem to applaud
They in love with the thought that they is all outlawed
He in love with the squad, he in love with their flaws
If he keep up the facade, he’d be considered the god

[Outro]
Riding through the city picture gritty with my rolls
No, I don’t want your pity nigga this is all I chose
Riding through the city picture gritty with my rolls
No, I don’t want your pity nigga this is all I chose
Riding through the city picture gritty with my rolls
No, I don’t want your pity nigga this is all I chose
Riding through the city picture gritty with my rolls
No, I don’t want your pity nigga this is all I chose
Riding through the city picture gritty with my rolls
No, I don’t want your pity nigga this is all I chose
Riding through the city picture gritty with my rolls
No, I don’t want your pity nigga this is all I chose