What We Become by Sabotawj Lyrics
With decision comes consequence
That's common sense but honest
It's hard to think long term when yours the only coffin left
Cuz all of yours done bit a bullet or caught a bid
Homey lost his mind in the game and I don't blame him
I'm barely sane as I'm saying this a little off in the head
But all the way on when its time to get the bread
And I know its all the way on when they see ya getting bread
So I move humble no flossing ends for fake friends
Drop gems on my bredren instead
Of tossing them spare change
We been the same for too long I think we all agree we can spare a change
Circumstance only a curtain covering chance
Take front stage only way to advance
Grow or disappear
Is that not the reason why we all here?
I ain't no saint I just paint the world with words
Put a little color where it ain't
Then put it out, give it to the world like what you think
I'm just happy some of you dumbies still remember how to think
Now think, why it always take a wake for us to wake up
Next time you feel like playin God little homey you should wake up
Now put down your piece and put up your peace if you can relate to us
Go ahead and sang with us
(Chorus)
Sometimes you gotta grind to survive where we from
When you providing for your daughters and your sons
Everybody and they momma got a gun
Bet the rev won't run
Even he got one
Man look what we become y'all
Look at what we done x2
(Verse Two)
Tons of guns everybody getting strapped
Who knew that old rap would still be such a cold fact
Peace to Guru everybody wanna be a gangstarr
Floodin the boulevards till them bullets rain hard
Corrupted mentality
Retail blurred line between art and reality
Ps3 kids don't know what 2 times 3 is
But can tell me what a RPG is?
And his so called homey sold his sister a crack rock
So he taking black ops to the black top
Y'all letting games n hollywood raise your daughters n sons
Y'all know pg really stand for pussy and guns
Now everyone wanna pimp a bitch pitch pot or lick a shot
Parents blame yourselves before you point at Hip Hop
Broken souls weaken spirits
Blocks bleeding corner crying listen close and you can hear it
That's common sense but honest
It's hard to think long term when yours the only coffin left
Cuz all of yours done bit a bullet or caught a bid
Homey lost his mind in the game and I don't blame him
I'm barely sane as I'm saying this a little off in the head
But all the way on when its time to get the bread
And I know its all the way on when they see ya getting bread
So I move humble no flossing ends for fake friends
Drop gems on my bredren instead
Of tossing them spare change
We been the same for too long I think we all agree we can spare a change
Circumstance only a curtain covering chance
Take front stage only way to advance
Grow or disappear
Is that not the reason why we all here?
I ain't no saint I just paint the world with words
Put a little color where it ain't
Then put it out, give it to the world like what you think
I'm just happy some of you dumbies still remember how to think
Now think, why it always take a wake for us to wake up
Next time you feel like playin God little homey you should wake up
Now put down your piece and put up your peace if you can relate to us
Go ahead and sang with us
(Chorus)
Sometimes you gotta grind to survive where we from
When you providing for your daughters and your sons
Everybody and they momma got a gun
Bet the rev won't run
Even he got one
Man look what we become y'all
Look at what we done x2
(Verse Two)
Tons of guns everybody getting strapped
Who knew that old rap would still be such a cold fact
Peace to Guru everybody wanna be a gangstarr
Floodin the boulevards till them bullets rain hard
Corrupted mentality
Retail blurred line between art and reality
Ps3 kids don't know what 2 times 3 is
But can tell me what a RPG is?
And his so called homey sold his sister a crack rock
So he taking black ops to the black top
Y'all letting games n hollywood raise your daughters n sons
Y'all know pg really stand for pussy and guns
Now everyone wanna pimp a bitch pitch pot or lick a shot
Parents blame yourselves before you point at Hip Hop
Broken souls weaken spirits
Blocks bleeding corner crying listen close and you can hear it