Son Light
(Hitmaka)
(Oh)
Yeah, whoa, yeah (aw yeah)
Feels so crazy I gotta walk outside my house and hope and pray that they don't shoot me
Off the color of our skin, you should salute me (salute me)
Black for me black man 'cause ain't nobody else gon' do it like you
This shit go both ways, you my brother I gotta do it for you
And I ain't gon' sit around and act like I'm some activist
But boy, I seen some savage shit , that's why I went the path I went
You ever seen a nigga turn two-fifty to a half a brick
Risk it just to feed his family, damn, I can't go back again
I'm in Cali in a foreign right on Sunset
Bro rushin', tryna get us off Rodeo, but we ain't done yet
Come from nothin'
So much talent where we come from, but we can't never get it together
It's gettin' tirin', just a product of my environment, yeah
Tryna choose between one or the other
Will it be my gun or my brother?
The streets take sons from the mother
Ain't nowhere to run from the struggle
Wish I could put the word in the song
Hadn't planned on livin' this long
But the son light's still on
Yeah, whoa, yeah
Peekin' out my window
My heart cold and it's filled with indo
Sometimes I wonder where my friends go
And they was tryna tell me leave the streets like it was simple
I was tryin' but I kept on goin' under, felt like limbo
Thought the money'd make everything better but it didn't
God forgive us when it's time to sentence the DA say we menaced
We got sloppy with the shit
We done did everything but keep them out our business
I know exactly what I'm riskin' but I'm ridin' with my niggas
I can't believe we came this far, I got Rollies on my arm
Bad bitch look like Nia Long, and in her eyes, I do no wrong
Yeah, I remember nights before I left I put my 40 on
I know I'm still ya baby boy but sorry ma I'm bein' strong
In the middle of this shit where ain't no love at
So if I take the time to give you love then give my love back
Just know I did this for the family, I know this shit gon' win a Grammy
Fuck 'em if they never understand me, yeah
Tryna choose between one or the other
Will it be my gun or my brother?
The streets take sons from the mother
Ain't nowhere to run from the struggle
Wish I could put the words in the song
Hadn't planned on livin' this long
But the son light's still on
Tryna choose between one or the other
Will it be my gun or my brother?
The streets take sons from the mother
Ain't nowhere to run from the struggle
Wish I could put the words in the song
Hadn't planned on livin' this long
But the son light's still on