Capable - Koppo

This is what it is my lifes a bitch in other eyes

People judge me, but they never seen the struggle through my eyes

I sit and wonder, «Maybe things will be better, If I was gone»

My mother’s face comes to my mind I know I can’t leave her alone

As if the dro it fills my head with the depression, it’s hard to cry

Of the fact, since I was nine, I been seeing my people die

Become the victim of a drug habit or a 45

Plus crooked cops and homies make it hard to survive

I can’t stand being broke I try to cope, with selling work

To get caught up, spend money on bars, somebody tell me what it’s worth

The other half goes to lawyer, so he could go to court and lie

I just wanna make a dollar I don’t brag about selling pies

My OGs taught me, never let nobody know what you got

And if it ain’t for the good ain’t no need to touch in the block

Now will I die a man, or a stressed out bum

Flashing my gun, afraid to laugh at a son

Only if they knew, what a nigga capable to do

I done lost my mind but a nigga talking we ain’t hard to find

Mothafuck the laws, aggravate a nigga worst enough

So fuck the Fo'

And shit only gets worst I wonder If I’m gonna be the next one in the herse

But I doubt that there, give them boys a fair warning be aware

Day after another, it’s a never ending struggle

Even though I’m doing much better, from when I ran up in the gutter

In the ghetto it’s a never ending cycle

Niggas losing it night and day, that’s what the crazy living life do

I’m relaxing, but alot of niggas looking at me funny

Bitch, I’m just like you understand, my mind is on my money

Instead of hating, you should be concentrated on getting your shit straight

Pussy niggas breaking windows, now we could talk about bitch-made

Instead of beating my face, you catch my car slipping

Bitch, now close your eyes and picture me flipping

A real gangsta ass nigga respects the people, and checks himself when he

thinking wrong

Nigga all I do is accept myself and I pray to God

Ask for forgiveness, he knows it’s hard

I really don’t wanna murder nobody, but fuck a murder charge

I’ll leave them niggas in the dirt if they fuck around

Them niggas know that Trinity Garden be quick to buck em' down

They love my sound, nigga play it on your stereo

Nigga, now liten while we blowing on this hairy dro

I’m missing my little brother I just want to see him free

It brings me down to read his letters, God please help my brother to keep his

piece

My heart is full of misery I have difficulty breathing

It all started when we had to bury my dawgs Adam and Steven

Now I’m forever angry how the world got me

Try your hardest, but you will never be that real about me

Or in the way you do my people in the same way

That F-A-M-F-T-L ain’t what the game play

I’ve lost myself by taking handle bars and ecstasy

I’ve walked alone and talked as if my dawg was next to me

I know I’m not living right, cause there’s always something wrong

Stress got me taking hits of Hennessy to the dome

I try but everytime I do I have a tendecy to fail

I go to court tomorrow will I be free or in a cell

Momma said «With God by your side no one can touch you»

I guess that’s why these haters falling, evertime they rush us

Only if they knew, what a nigga capable to do

I done lost my mind, but a nigga talking we ain’t hard to find

Mothafuck the laws, aggrivate a nigga worst enough

So fuck the Fo', and shit only gets worst