Lookin' Around ft. Sean Carey Lyrics

From a broken window pane a child watches the rain

I can see it in his stare that he done been through some things

It's amazing how he living every day with the pain

Shit probably would have drove me insane but he maintain

His mama in the street she keep on chasing that cane

His daddy trippin pistol whippin steady popping them things

His older brother wanted to hustle on the corners with rocks

Them hard hitters put him down with them glocks he in the box

Little man wonder why the hell was he born here

His mama sold his bed he got to sleep on a lawn chair

Warfare, raging right in front of his home

The dope boys never leave him alone as if he's grown

Told him he can handle his own and gave him chrome

And if anybody trip just pop off two in their dome

Now the seed is sewn, he's on his own now

Trials and tribulations of a ghetto child

Look at the bigger picture you can see a vision of a city that's all run down

Like the cold here and after nobody catch you when it all falls down

Lookin around tell me what you see

I know that you're down but I gotta get me

Yeah I gotta get me, gotta get up out here gotta get free

Yo in the streets of New Orleans the dope fiends and teens die equally

Crooked cops sell rocks and pop glocks legally

Hustle and bustling people working for the creamery

The grand schemery seemingly working like machinery

Jazz cats with old hats be blowing tunes

While the D boy stacking be packin Gats with their goons

And it's too soon another one bites the dust

He was seventeen chasing that in God we trust

We got cuss words coming from them brothers playing dominoes

Drunken trippin spittin dirty comments at them common hoes

Niggas on the side of the alley they blowing chronic O's

Little man sagging his diaper eating them Cheerios

Homicides from all sides of the city so it's gritty

And the Politicians Still sucking off the public's titty

People is Fed up the pigs got their lead up

And it's a rat race so we keep fucking heads up

Proud to be from the crescent city where we pose to be

But mostly we living of this music and this rosary

So hopefully we can find the ending to this misery

I'm having blue dreams and my nigga Les memory

Look at the bigger picture you can see a vision of a city that's all run down

Like the cold here and after nobody catch you when it all falls down

Lookin around tell me what you see

I know that you're down but I gotta get me

Yeah I gotta get me, gotta get up out here gotta get free