Текст Trouble – World Goes ‘Round
Текст:
Things will never change, dawg. You gotta pay attention, man. I’m telling you things will never change in this motherfucker. Forever and a lifetime, nigga. Forever. However long you in this motherfucker. Forever how long you here. Just pay attention, nigga. One nigga life. One nigga life gets better, nigga. Then three motherfuckers’ gets worse. Then ten motherfuckers after that get worser than that. And we gonna have ups and downs, nigga, we just gotta learn how to stand tall
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
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
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…
