You Got Me Lyrics

Hard day, hard way to earn a living

Given the hell that I live in, I don't see no savior risen

I see politic division, what's the policy we're given?

Do nothing, steal money, keep the poor to floor?

I'm just seeing third-eye vision, if it's raw then it's raw

If there's a plot then it falls, if there's a shot, then I call

If there's a beef then I brawl, Hard Knocks like it's Carr's pops

On camera with his older son doing car stops

Heart shock, like it's London, heard they did the Vossi Bop

But I seen them looking cleaner when the U.K. drill was hot

Heads filling up the spot, until somebody hear a shot

Brothers running ain't see shit, or who got got

And the ambo's always late, so bystanders get hot

Maybe bleed out on the street so long, it turn to a clot

Maybe wake up in the ER, handcuffed to a cot

Demons dreaming in the streets and their playing with lots

You got me