Young Brothas

Lyrics

[Intro: Myalansky, Joe Mafia] Young brother, take a look around, all ya young niggas At the starvation, legal murder, watch yourself blood Abortion, as the death rate increases, I feel for you son Life the ghetto, my peoples, word up, what up all ya niggas Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace All those who didn't make it all these years, stop Hold your head, grab your umbrella, word [Verse 1: Myalansky] UFO swarm your city, older cats retire Shorty fantasizing "When I grow up, I'll be the live-st" Well known throughout high school Little knucklehead, getting high too Fighting in class, rocking Levi's shoes Short ass suit, suede Bally's Saying one day, he'll be paid lavish Banging fly Canadian chick named Tamia Sangria, fine wine, don doddy, why? Corporate blindsides, the frontlines survive It be down little shorties watching they don't give a fuck Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now what? [Chorus: Myalansky] Everything in life, ain't always what it seems Keep it real with reality Stop the illusion, chasing the dream Many lives lost through the struggle Children cry, look at the stressed mother Family lost a love, young brother [Break: Joe Mafia] For all of my young niggas, take this jewel baby [Verse 2: Joe Mafia] Project long knights move you bitter sweet Killers with murder fleets, the slaughter hold heat So many drugs, my thugs O.D Knocking O.G.'s to give at this Wilding out, who's the live-st? Staying the fliest Ya name ring, iced chain swing Shorties wasn't too much expose to the game of drug sling Not knowing who to trust Lost your mind a long time ago Fuck a nine to five, but don't waste time to blow The fast life got you living on the edge Speedballing nigga know the ledge Why you wasting your time, shining for egghead Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thugging Stop fronting, rocking Slot Time caught in the cross busting [Chorus: Myalansky] Everything in life, ain't always what it seems Keep it real with reality Stop the illusion, chasing the dream Many lives lost through the struggle Children cry, look at the stressed mothers Families lost a love, young brother [Outro: Myalansky] Shit is real, all my young brothers East the West coast, Los Angeles, VA, N.Y.C Much respect to nigga Tony Alfred from Brownsville My man Shawn Harper, all my cats Young Brothers, Carlos, Brown Keep Focus All my niggas that got put through the ground Locked down See where you heading shorty I used to be you