Turn the tv off it’s time to preach 
So much violence in the media and zero peace 
Listen, I talk to god ain’t gotta be a reverend 
So many brothers lost their lives, hope they see the heavens 
I’m really rapping I don’t need medal
Clout chasing niggas on imaginary levels 
So many churches every sunday and it’s full attendance 
You walk inside but you ain’t never feeling gods presence

This is life and how do you survive? 
Selling drugs and then you lie about a 9 to 5
To tell the truth man I judging that’s your sacrifice
You really gotta think about your family before you throw the dice
Think about it, scrutinise and what’s the real price 
You living fast but can’t afford to actually live twice
In the ghetto mothers working for some bread and butter 
Another young mother, two kids from different fathers 

If it ain’t real then I ain’t talk about it
The game is in my backyard I’m running laps around it
Check!
A lotta people wanna see you fail
If you’re the man they suck your blood until your skin is pale
A corner store into a supermarket 
A black child and his resilience ain’t celebrated
How many secrets can you keep, I know you’re stressed about it
I know you’re falling under pressure you can’t talk about it 

A different level this is really deep
Talk about corruption? Put the government on centre stage 
Better days? Man that sh*t will never see the light of day 
Rich n*ggas blowing on your cookie till it’s really stale

Man I ain’t stopping can you feel the breeze 
I’m honestly just sick and tired of trynna keep the peace 
I’m sick and tired of giving all you n*ggas space to breathe 
D*mmit I’m the fire giving lessons to the 7 seas
Real life, fake scars, trynna live large 
D*mmit I ain’t friends with your facade hit the space bar
I’ve got some skeletons inside the closet 
Man, you know the truth I stand for it

B l a c k s h o t

Smule