Letter J by Jameel3DN Lyrics
Twenty Four
Can't find a place to sleep
Darkness all around me
Hard for me to see
Tryna make it
In a world that ain't for me
Were the rich strive and the poor die
Just to eat
Wasn't afforded any seats
So I gotta stand
Like damn
The struggle like a scam
Cause god made man out of sand
God made that apple tree
With his hand
But man put a fence surrounding land
And now I can't eat
What was god given damn
What a god forsaken plan
Creation being banned
We suffer while they prosper
Feed us GMO
Just to send us to the doctors
Put the gold out of reach
So when we reach they can stop us
Than we teaf and
Then they keep sending coppers
To the streets
But it's beef when they hawk us
Till the chief
Pull his piece
And then he pop us
Than we leap
To get the jeep
Full of lamaz
Screaming peace
With this heat
We is shottaz
All this madness over dollars
I guess we paper soldiers pushing product
Lifting weight
Pushing yay for the prada
Selling powder
To your momma and your daughters
Getting nada
Please forgive them father
And this life is like a steal Hurst
Trapped In a box
Man I feel cursed
Contemplating death
Like is it still worst
Praying by my bed
Is this still church
Is this still church
Is this still church
Is this still church
And this life is like a steal Hurst
Trapped In a box
Man I feel cursed
Contemplating death
Like is it still worst
Praying by my bed
Is this still church
Just going to go straight in
Ain't No Ain't No Stops
We all facing poverty
Really that bother me
So I spit this properly
Living out they prophecies
Used to hearing fallacies
Want us dead probably
I am thee anomaly
My soul is like a novelty
Grade A
Yea I bring you quality
Threw away their teaching of philosophy
Not living by they policies
Reject
I ain't living in they colonies
The ghetto like monopoly
And they ain't feeling sorry be
Just looking for a way out
So they sell food
Like it's take out
How to make out
When you display doubt
How you grow crop
In a rain drought
Take heed of what I say now
Before you end up
In them grey clouds
In darkness
We just tryna shine
I believe that
In itself is a sign
Cause we lost
And our soul we can't find
Groping like the blind
Not aware of the time
Twenty Twenty
But the best sight is hind
Looking in the past
We lived a life of crime
But stealing ain't sufficient
When you open up ya mind
So now I'm doing things
To see us rise
Conquer all these lies
And avoid our demise
And this life is like a steal Hurst
Trapped In a box
Man I feel cursed
Contemplating death
Like is it still worst
Praying by my bed
Is this still church
Is this still church
Is this still church
Is this still church
Too many Demands in my face
Y'all just want to win
But y'all absent for the race
Life of jumbled words
Can't find a place to sleep
Darkness all around me
Hard for me to see
Tryna make it
In a world that ain't for me
Were the rich strive and the poor die
Just to eat
Wasn't afforded any seats
So I gotta stand
Like damn
The struggle like a scam
Cause god made man out of sand
God made that apple tree
With his hand
But man put a fence surrounding land
And now I can't eat
What was god given damn
What a god forsaken plan
Creation being banned
We suffer while they prosper
Feed us GMO
Just to send us to the doctors
Put the gold out of reach
So when we reach they can stop us
Than we teaf and
Then they keep sending coppers
To the streets
But it's beef when they hawk us
Till the chief
Pull his piece
And then he pop us
Than we leap
To get the jeep
Full of lamaz
Screaming peace
With this heat
We is shottaz
All this madness over dollars
I guess we paper soldiers pushing product
Lifting weight
Pushing yay for the prada
Selling powder
To your momma and your daughters
Getting nada
Please forgive them father
And this life is like a steal Hurst
Trapped In a box
Man I feel cursed
Contemplating death
Like is it still worst
Praying by my bed
Is this still church
Is this still church
Is this still church
Is this still church
And this life is like a steal Hurst
Trapped In a box
Man I feel cursed
Contemplating death
Like is it still worst
Praying by my bed
Is this still church
Just going to go straight in
Ain't No Ain't No Stops
We all facing poverty
Really that bother me
So I spit this properly
Living out they prophecies
Used to hearing fallacies
Want us dead probably
I am thee anomaly
My soul is like a novelty
Grade A
Yea I bring you quality
Threw away their teaching of philosophy
Not living by they policies
Reject
I ain't living in they colonies
The ghetto like monopoly
And they ain't feeling sorry be
Just looking for a way out
So they sell food
Like it's take out
How to make out
When you display doubt
How you grow crop
In a rain drought
Take heed of what I say now
Before you end up
In them grey clouds
In darkness
We just tryna shine
I believe that
In itself is a sign
Cause we lost
And our soul we can't find
Groping like the blind
Not aware of the time
Twenty Twenty
But the best sight is hind
Looking in the past
We lived a life of crime
But stealing ain't sufficient
When you open up ya mind
So now I'm doing things
To see us rise
Conquer all these lies
And avoid our demise
And this life is like a steal Hurst
Trapped In a box
Man I feel cursed
Contemplating death
Like is it still worst
Praying by my bed
Is this still church
Is this still church
Is this still church
Is this still church
Too many Demands in my face
Y'all just want to win
But y'all absent for the race
Life of jumbled words