Children Of Men

Lyrics

[Produced By: J. Cole] [Intro: J. Cole] Trae tha Truth Cole World [Verse 1: J. Cole] Wonder what it's like, how a nigga kill a nigga on sight Did he hesitate? Think about his life Think about his kids, think about his wife? But that nigga heartless, group homes, nigga never had no fosters Cause who taking home the little black kid? Poor thing, his momma is a crackhead So the state raised him, and the hate raised him They clowned on him at school But he fronted like it ain't phased him, shit Now it's 'bout getting money Cause these cool niggas think this shit is funny Gotta have clothes, gotta have dough Hoes ain't checking 'less you got plenty Now a nigga selling dope Holding onto a little hope of a better life, huh But that hope fades so quick, cause he getting paid so quick He be robbing niggas Just to cop the shit that minimum wage won't get Young niggas trapped, young niggas strapped Heart turned black, won't turn back [Hook: Ink] Oh, I don't recall All the tears of them all The children of men Children of men [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] Later days, dealing with mistakes On this corner tryna catch another break Fuck school, tell 'em he was coming late Block dry, hell, he praying something shake Now everybody taking off his plate Bill a month, half of that, he have it late Seen his best friend body in a crate, suicide, tears tryna hesitate Only seventeen, damn, seventeen Nightmares, opposite of heaven's dream 'Bout to thaw, he ain't got the weather lean Black mask, thuggin' on 'em, never seen White books, he ain't talking education Fuck what he facing, the stripes are registration Losing his mind, won't lose his reputation Try him, he busting without no hesitation Damn, young nigga attitude like, "Fuck it" Still tryna make it out the bucket Life at a all-time low tryna figure out how the fuck he finna duck it He gotta ride it out before he crash He on his hustle tryna get the cash Can't focus, shit's spinning fast Laws on him, hope he's got his work stashed Loud work, hope it don't smell, can't afford to take another L First class, known felon, fuck school, he about to fail It's all him, he ain't finna tell, he on his own, he ain't finna bail Either way, he on his way to jail Shoulda chilled, now he headed for a cell [Hook: Ink] Oh, I don't recall All the tears of them all The children of men Children of men [Verse 3: Trae tha Truth] Look, now he in a prison cell, no commissary, no mail No phone calls, just time, couple years, he don't pay it no mind On his way to see parole, hope he get it Middle finger to the warden, hope he get it Niggas wanna take it there they know he with it Fresh shakes stick it in him like he hit it They gon' catch his bitch ass, he on his way Try to stop him and it's gon' be on today Solitary confinement every day "Fuck 'em all" only thing he known to say Now it's time up, he a free man Gates open, thinking of another plan Where he finna go, what he finna do Finna be a couple those, he coming through Then it's back to the hood, "S" on his chest Fuck Super, that nigga stressed He going through hell like he never blessed Every day in pain, nothing less Bills in, zoned out, right plan, wrong route Opportunity present itself in the kitchen Guarantee he shows what he 'bout Under pressure, no slack, fuck jail, he ain't going back Only way you leaving is a box And you can tell everyone that's a fact Haddle back, on his pistol, black clouds, black rain To his head, where he aim, full of shame, now the bullet in his brain [Hook: Ink] Oh, I don't recall All the tears of them all The children of men Children of men Oh, I don't recall All the tears of them all The children of men Children of men Oh, I don't recall All the tears of them all The children of men Children of men