World Goes 'Round - Trouble

Every time I wake up, fuck turning up my swag

That’s something that I done had since a young’n

I think of what I’m gonna do to keep this money coming

I think of what I’m gonna do to keep the food on the table, in my family’s tummy

What to do, to keep these folks from taking another one of my niggas from me

The let us out on papers just to have a revocation

Meeting months later, trying to me on some false accusations

They want back up in the system

We the victims

Of slavery

It’s still alive

If you think otherwise, suggest you open up your eyes

And face reality, of what’s going on with you and me

Aye, We’re just on a longer leash

With a few more opportunities

Then they had in the past

My grandma busted her ass and she still ain’t got no Medicare

Car crash, she needs money from everywhere

Just to pay off all these high ass bills

I’m tryna put in high ass crib, sitting on the hill

So I know I gotta hustle

I can’t go legit, then I won’t make shit

Gotta make sure my mama lives behind the black fence

Only seven bucks an hour from the government?

That don’t make sense

And then they telling me to fill out they little application

If it ain’t about no money by all means, motherfuck your conversation

They same shit goes on

Take a look around you, there’s so much that goes wrong

And the folks still tryna hold us down

Things will never change

They gone always be the same as long as the world goes round and round

World goes around

World goes around

World goes arooooundddd

Ain’t nothing popping about no broke niggas

Ain’t no jokes

Don’t want to kick it with my folks

Just been smoking 'ports

Figure I’m tryna smoke the pain away

I ain’t seen nothing but some rainy days

Lately, I’ve been wondering when the sun comes out

Will I switch positions, then another young nigga’s gun comes out

Point it at me and tell me to take off the chain, give me your change

Nigga, wrong move and that’s your brains

I gotta have that

Another statistic, caught up living this life of crime

Can’t really blame his decisions, they’re made from hard times

I was doing the same shit until Ricky and Black came and sat me down

Still robbing after that, look at how shit goes around

How the fuck them birds fall from out the sky like that?

Why the Lord let D.J.

die and make me cry like that?

The same old shit, innocent ones who fall flat

Younger than those who be snitching for confidential snacks

Or the time they getting for crimes they committing

Those the ones I feel like shouldn’t be living

(Niggas got no responsibility)

I’m tryna figure how these habitual molesters

That I keep sitting next to

Sentences always be the lesser, to a dope presser

My nigga, Woo, got thirty years for that white girl

I know amigo got ten years for playing with little girls

Open your eyes and tell me what you see in your world

Make get better but won’t shit change…