Lyrics Mark Battles – Searching

I can feel it in the air
This is special, this whole moment, this whole time (Yes!)
It ain’t ever felt like this
I don’t gotta do too much talking in this one

Got lost in depression, had to pick myself up off the ground
Crazy streets, a trap town, gotta hold my city down
Love my brother Cannon, he stay solid so he with me now
I’ma king up in this ring, gat ain’t a thing, go fifty rounds (Yep yep)
«Momma, why our life so hard? Why we gotta sleep in cars?»
«Don’t worry ’bout it baby, you keep dreamin’, you ‘gon reach the stars!» (Uh)
Nigga, I’d die for mine, don’t try and snatch a piece of ours
Live my life day to day, I pray we get to see tomorrow
Babies dying, mommas crying
Hard to try and keep my faith (Woo)
Put me right in Jesus’ face, lot of things I need to say
I don’t mean no disrespect, we just need some intellect
Inner-city violence, niggas killin’ just to get a check
Suburban kids in Zombieland, poppin’ pills to kick the stress
Sit depressed and live in debt, all that shit to get respect
My life is full of sacrifices
And we really came from nothin’ so I’ma grab the nicest (Right)
On 41st on Boulevard, I ain’t have a license (Nah)
But I kept a decent whip and had the baddest wifey
You don’t have to like me
Long as you see this shit
Just kept it real and now these hoes is on our penises (Right)
I think it’s time to flood the city on some Katrina shit (Yah)
Same ones that called me dumb, praise us as geniuses (Wow)