Pawns in the Game

Lyrics

[Hook] We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out Diss-tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains If we could only put our paper together and make a change Destroying the real and rebuild, one brick at a time, re-arrange The way that we think, we killin' ourselves, it's a shame We gotta wake up and' realize... that we're all pawns in the game [Verse 1] It's kinda funny how we get in this game thinkin' we got it made Somehow the person we used to be just up and got away All you hear is "'Keepin' it Gangsta"'' and "'Keep it real"' And everybody is thuggin' and totin' a piece of steel [Blow (Bau!)] How stupid did I feel when I found it wasn't about skill But about the label you're reppin', how you market your deal If I would a known from the beginning then I would a been winnin' I would a been grinnin', wheels would a been spinnin' We never stop to look at ourselves We blame our problems on other people But look at us, we're crooked ourselves We can't even get invited to nuthin', without the fightin' and fussin' Police come with pepper spray, cussin' and hand-cuffin' Our little pride won't allow us to step aside, or let it slide And we forgot the meaning of l'Let it ride' And they don't even care, they just let us die Just another dead rapper's CD that you steady by (We ready, rise) [Hook] We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out Diss-tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains If we could only put our paper together and make a change Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time, re-arrange The way that we think, we killin' ourselves, it's a shame We gotta wake up an' realize that we're all pawns in the game [Verse 2] I've fallen victim to my demon's myself, I'm being honest I needed guidance, I used to turn to the weed and chronic, A product of my environment, my gun I would polish Instead of knowledge or opting for college I chose violence But times change, they think I'm going soft, I guess... My stress got-at-me-the-goodie-mob's thought process And it was like Jerome standing in front of me with a mirror I didn't like what I saw, but now I see things clearer And we're flirtin' with the wages of sin, and mentally We're all locked up, and physically they're cagin' us in Cause we dyin' over a block, dyin' over a street People in the Gulf Coast is dyin' for something to eat I ain't here to preach about rap beef, it's not that deep Fuck your hot-16's, shit's not that sweet Everybody say they grown-ass men, ready to fight the power But we can't even fight our problems lurkin' within [Hook] We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out Diss-tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains If we could only put our paper together and make a change Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time, re-arrange The way that we think, we killin' ourselves, it's a shame We gotta wake up an' realize that we're all pawns in the game [Verse 3] Look at the neighbourhood you grew up in, and tell me the truth It gets worse about a year, everybody's ready to shoot We can't disguise the fact, we're dropping like flies And that's the reason it hurts to look in my nephew's eyes That bullet that hit his back, left his legs without feelin' So hopefully he gon' walk again, if it's god's willin' ... It's killin' a piece of my soul, he's only 17 years old So late night I'm up, letting the tears roll It's so ironic, cause the place I played as a child Was the same place he caught a bullet, and laid on the ground Now tell me, who is it to blame for that? The little guy who pulled the trigger, or the older cats who gave him the gat? The cycle continues from day to day, I pray the lord Will make a way to take the hate away from us breaking-away-er's Our common-sense and intellect, we respect disrespect We our biggest threat and we don't even get it yet... (It's a shame) [Hook] We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out Diss-tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains If we could only put our paper together and make a change Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time, re-arrange The way that we think, we killin' ourselves, it's a shame We gotta wake up an' realize that we're all pawns in the g-