Circles - Single - GemStones

He’s stuntin in his Robin jeans

Said True Religion’s played out

The cries of his mother’s screams

He’s on the ground laid out

The child is only 17

Ambulance sound like they in route

His uncle’s steady sayin', «Breathe!»

But shorty’s steady passin' out

Claimin' that his back stings

Because the way his back’s slouched

He knows he’s on his last wing

He finally say his last «ouch»

Pants hangin' to his knees

Blood runnin' from his mouth

Pistol in his back pocket

He never got the chance to pull it out

Granny screamin', «Lord, please!»

Hhe still sees him as a boy scout

She never knew that he was one of these

He lived a life she never knew about

The families that he made grieve

The women that he’s dogged out

The child who used to rake leaves

He’s headed to the morgue now

I pray to God he make it through them gates

The Bible say it’s based upon your faith

They raise us to be apes

We pray if you don’t run for your survival

And half of us ain’t never gon' escape

Through all of it I smile

Cause I know I’m only standin' here by grace

Today I stare the devil in his face, no longer in denial

I know the gift I got is God-given, too talented to let it go to waste

The coffin holds the child

A 7-minute shootout at his wake

The parents need an exit to escape

They runnin' through the aisles

Time to pull another black suit out

They shot a pregnant mother in her face

The thought of it is wild

Seven shot but only took two out

Fled the scene and never left a trace

It never went to trial

These murder scene’s especially when school out

It hurts to see this happen to my race

Maybe it’s in the water, maybe it’s in the weed

Maybe it’s some kind of disorder that’s within the seed

Let’s rectify the horror, they petrified to read

Their minds are out of order, they lackin' what they need

They dyin' right before us, detectives catchin' leads

They mothers lyin' for 'em, they justify they deeds

They out here dyin' for it, they so caught up in greed

They bound to rob you for it, give it up or bleed

My tongue’s an iron sword, I give 'em what they need

These children’s minds are bored, if only they would heed

Caught up in time for Louis Vuitton jeans

Air Jordan Concords, I’ll take a pair of 3's

Stay in the time boy, you think it’s palm trees

Give 'em a sign, Lord, they such a young breed

Renew they minds, Lord, they lettin' guns squeeze

These bullets flyin', Lord, they hittin' the wrong scenes

They out they minds, Lord, it’s if they don’t bleed

Must be the Crown Royal, must be the strong weed

Must be them lines, Lord, must be the codeine

That makes the mind force, move at a slow speed

Round and round we go

We go round and round we go

In circles

And the beat goes on like

Round and round we go

And it’s round and round we go

In circles, circles