SOMETIMES I Video (MV)

I gotta get righteous or die tryin
Born to be a king, not a dope dealer supplyin
Locked in the bottom of a jail cell cryin
Gangsters don't shed tears, them OG's liein

I talked to the karma king tryin
To get the game score it ain't red or blue
The color green start the gang war
I did some things in life that
I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads
With a vien tore
Walk with the steel umbrella
Incase the rain pour
Welcome to the world young fella
We gettin slayed more can't think straight
There puttin poison in our brain core
My sneaker money takin food
Out of childrens stomach
3 weeks in the streets
Watch the good feelins plummett
Wasted so many days starin
At the cielin blunted
Can't get a legal job
But nigga I don't really want it
I ain't shit, eatin off the devils fork
Satanic degree, I ain't even a level short
There ain't no soviernty
You strollin in a rebel court
They talkin some time
A young mind never thought
God of this universe
Why you sent me to this earth?
Show me my afterlife before you
Send me to the hearse
I just wanted to put some
Pennies in my mommies purse
College degree? I might just
Catch a homy first
Crazy, with all the options that you gave me
I feel that I was born to
Be a hustler since a baby
Entrapeneaur, settled in the wrong hood 24
7 peddlin the wrong goods
Hatreds my path, dealin with the nonsense
Don't wanna be a murderer with
Killins on my conscience
Lookin in a wine glass, lookin for my sanity
War zone lay under a camoflauged canopy
Its serious dope can't quarantine are areas
Niggas hungry
Better feed the pitbull terriors
Bit marks in the moon, night time spherior
Guns go boom like the kid straight from Syria
The Government crooked the people is crooked
Im just tryin to get it back cause
There the first ones that took it
Thats my mindset
The streets ain't gotta pinchin
For a crime vent each day is our last
They don't know how much time left
I hear a voice, brother take a divine step
Search deep within
Thats where the divine kept
Pick up a book and study your history fam
King kidnapped, brought to this mystery land
We came in a boat with a a chain and a rope
All we had was our God
And the kingdom of hope
Its our mathematics that operate
Your cable remotes
40 acres nigga? They gave us
40 ounces of dope ready to snap
Like the program man who attack
Its takin centuries to get
Our f*ckin families back
If they ain't gotta a million from
Sports or a million from rap
Then they workin for minimum wage tryin
To get em a knack
It's been a minute since the
Fridge had some groceries packed
All I can do is try and get
To where im supposed to be at
See the light and the force come
Days til the war drum
All this bullshit music makin us more dumb
The stress, drugs
And sex is weakenin our health
I ain't preachin to niggas im
Just speakin for myself child of Africa
Raised in America travelin back home
Tryin to purify my character

I gotta get righteous or die tryin
Born to be a king, not a dope dealer supplyin
Locked in the bottom of a jail cell cryin
Gangsters don't shed tears, them OG's liein