[Chorus: Phil Collins sample]
While I sit here trying to move you anyway I can
Someone's son lies dead in a gutter somewhere
While I sit here trying to think of things to say
Someone lies bleeding in a field somewhere
[Verse 1: Tom Gist]
Tom, Gist, yeah
See I seen too many dark days
So ya boy need change like an arcade
Mom prayed but, that ain't get the cans open
I was hungry, she was there with her hands folded
Can't focus, thinking of a better day
And drug dealers, they never ask for resumes
My father said, "Son, you need to educate" (educate)
And Rob said, music was a better way
I've been lead astray, you tell me
How to fix, when I stay on that sh*t like LT
I should just sell E, I can get a fair price
f*cked up, word to life, I can't even spare advice
Nah, I ain't got it, if I did I couldn't give it
I could leave life and not even miss it
I can't kick it or chill, fitting the bill
I'm ducking the charges
Without a canvas or a paintbrush, it's hard for an artist
I gave faith up, I'm trying to get this cake up
I'm authentic, y'all can keep the make up
Just gimme a shot, I got a beginning, I'm writing the plot
My life is a movie, I can't even watch
I'm right back to the block
Back to the struggle, this sh*t don't stop
You n*ggas ask me when my sh*t gon' drop, like they gon' cop
Not even, sh*t, it gets no clearer
Fight with shame, it's hard for me to look in the mirror
It's my pain, man
[Chorus: Phil Collins sample]
While I sit here trying to move you anyway I can
Someone's son lies dead in a gutter somewhere
While I sit here trying to think of things to say
But I can't take it anymore
[Verse 2: Penz]