Sichuwayshunz - Blaq Poet

All types of situations…

Everybody dealing their own shit.

You know I’m sayin'.

Yow, you know what, I give you 3 situations right now.

A thief, a mobster and a bum.

Bring the shit down.

You know I’m sitting here

Contemplating,

Yow, I’m tired of waiting,

When one is God

The other one satan.

And he’s telling me

«Go get that money you gain»,

And I’m telling him

«Fuck you, I tryna win».

God’s the only one keepin' me sane,

Keepin' me from outside drain,

What time change,

Bustin' niggas upside

Their mothafuckin' head

Takin' their pat

Plus one little bread.

Makin' the streets hot,

Makin' the heat pop,

Not giving a fuck

As long as I see gra.

Everybody fool,

Nobody move (?),

Sticking everything

Even the all cripples do.

And it’s foul,

Yeah, I know, that it is,

So what, I even take candy from kids.

On the mission

Without a part of pissin,

Hearing all kinds of voise

I’m tryin' not to listen.

It dont matter,

The shit that you’re facin,

Everybody got their own situation.

If you’re livin in a mansion or a fuckin basement,

Everybody got their own situation.

Maybe I should go to church

And find the god

Before i end up dead

Or behind?