Gist and Penz

Lyrics

[Chorus: Phil Collins sample] While I sit here trying to move you anyway I can Someone's son lies dead in a gutter somewhere While I sit here trying to think of things to say Someone lies bleeding in a field somewhere [Verse 1: Tom Gist] Tom, Gist, yeah See I seen too many dark days So ya boy need change like an arcade Mom prayed but, that ain't get the cans open I was hungry, she was there with her hands folded Can't focus, thinking of a better day And drug dealers, they never ask for resumes My father said, "Son, you need to educate" (educate) And Rob said, music was a better way I've been lead astray, you tell me How to fix, when I stay on that shit like LT I should just sell E, I can get a fair price Fucked up, word to life, I can't even spare advice Nah, I ain't got it, if I did I couldn't give it I could leave life and not even miss it I can't kick it or chill, fitting the bill I'm ducking the charges Without a canvas or a paintbrush, it's hard for an artist I gave faith up, I'm trying to get this cake up I'm authentic, y'all can keep the make up Just gimme a shot, I got a beginning, I'm writing the plot My life is a movie, I can't even watch I'm right back to the block Back to the struggle, this shit don't stop You niggas ask me when my shit gon' drop, like they gon' cop Not even, shit, it gets no clearer Fight with shame, it's hard for me to look in the mirror It's my pain, man [Chorus: Phil Collins sample] While I sit here trying to move you anyway I can Someone's son lies dead in a gutter somewhere While I sit here trying to think of things to say But I can't take it anymore [Verse 2: Penz]