Theycallmechansler - Blessings Lyrics

Man your ass is stupid if you pull up on the block
Man better get to stepping for your stupid ass gets rock
Man better call the army, call the police call the swat
Cause your click ain worth a shit when they make that thing go pop
Hop up in the ride, look left and right, real late at night
Watch your surroundings, and dont be looking for no fight
Keep your jewelry tucked, though it might be fake, keep outta site
Cause folks wont hesitate to snatch and dash leave you with no life
You better watch your stepping in the background of a section 8
Surrounded by some halfway
In the section toting weapons hey
Zero lot, get high off of your neighbors smoke, hear what they say
Memphis watch your back for the police have to go catch your case
Cause your ass is lying on the concrete bullets done hit your face
Momma crying when the witness give the time and place
And all you do is lay
6 feet deep
People come up to your f*cking stone and then they mother f*cking say

You should of count your blessings

And watch where you be stepping

Caught up in the wrong hood

Everybody tote a weapon

Weapons drawn up in your face

Projects and the section 8

Caught up at the wrong time

In the wrong f*cking place

Lets take a look at a child
Assuming theres no future
Father is not around
Either way refusing
Mother is all strung out chemical abusing
Refridgerator either empty or it smells like sewage
And you have this little child fending for himself
What the hell is he supposed to do
Aint no f*cking help
So he going to a family that makes some wealth
And his little hands get rougher from the dimes he's dealt
His little heart is turning cold from the life thats forced
Everybody wanna act like that lifes a choice
Television emulation people with a voice
Screaming out their f*cking words till his voice is hoarse
With the violence ringing out families taking action
War zone plaquing one city thats claiming factions
Each side looking for trouble might catch you lacking
And now the brothers of the child faced down in caskets
And the rest of the family that kept him fed is cuffed
So when the blue lights come on
Straight sprint no trust
And if they touch him better know that, that heat gone bust
Think bout the little girl that he just cuffed with lust
Shit, he a father now
To them just a robber, how
His mother still in the cloud
Its cold rain is pouring down
The foods like they in a drought
His sons just a child how
Fast the circumstances switched to him, and he's on trial
His girl man its been a while
She has her ups and down
Same as his mom like wow
His father he aint come around
Incarceration was the place in which he was taken in which his life it drown
And the cycle goes around