HowItgoes

I ain't ready for the big time yet

I ain't ready to discuss the violence

You could hear the violins in the back screeching

It's a ice cold world, the black ones grow anemic

I ain't fuckin' with it, I ain't fucking with the system

I don't fuck with niggas

Lot of hurting for the children in this fucked up system

Lot of pointless discussions, that just lead to nothing

Lot of grief that keep me running from my aunt and cousin

Lot of peace I don't get, some shit that I stress about

Thinking about the past and now I can't regret

The bad decisions I done made, cause they ain't coming back