Burdock Root

give it time
Feelings never stop
Came over tryna pick da lock
Niggas need there space
Can't follow up trippin on the lace
Is that how you feelin
Take yo pockets mortal supa villain
cnd tryna stay alive need one more life or I'll surely die
Can't see wit my eyes
Blinds closed more evil signs
cnd we seen as criminals nothing subliminal
cs we Stand with our right fist in dee air
White man gave us the devil stare
Just be grateful that u ain't 6 feet deep
c lot of families worry about they kids and what to eat and we're to sleep
Never do evil only good things
There's more to the story let me add on
On how we as a family can't seem to even hol on
But somehow we got to stick together
cnd stay attach like strings on Letha
Cuz life is like a fetha
We're we used to hang ain't the same
cnd my life is gettin better can't even complain
I'ma do my own shit and stayin my lane
cnd the old times slow speed it up with a cane
cnd it's cold outside cloudy ass shit and my clothes always stay dry
cnd my kicks lookin nice and I'll always stay fly
cnd man let me tell you how I'll survive
The hard streets of gold and Pennie's inside
cnd in my mind I wonder our dreams
cnd it seems that we can do bigger things
cnd just like that we here now holdin our champ rings
cnd sorry my bad gotta get through
The echo of the mic hits you with even more blues
cnd clues we refuse to look into
cnd that's cool
I gotta look into my roots
Gotta look into my roots
I gotta look into my roots
Gotta look into my roots.