This feeling got me sinning, I just wanna see me winnin
This feeling got me sinning, I just wanna see me winning
All alone up in the kitchen with no pot to put my piss in
Drinkin out the sink with the roaches on the ceiling
What I want is kinda tempting when I'm laying back ventin
A house with some food, couple bad bitches in the playstation system
Pray I never get evicted
Hard to duck the trouble when you scheming out da struggle
Why the law always cuffing, they ain't serving up no justice
And they ain't protectin nothing when them bullets get to touching
All my brothers that they plucking and the lives that they snuffing
Mother steady crying when they dying in the streets
Lying in the streets, it's hard trying to breathe
When it's necks under knees
Speaking on the struggle, never suttle in the jungle
Discussing what, disgust them what you hide from the public
Not condoning for my sinnin I'm just singing
Bout our feelins screaming out enough
But we still becoming victims and we know the system rigged
So we gotta f*cking fix it
Do we change the pigment or the lingo that we spitting
Imagination just a figment to the skin predicament
For the sins of the sinless, rhyming for a sentence
How I'ma start when the song really finish
Wanna see me winning, wanna see me winning
Just, I, wanna see me winning
This feeling got me sinning, I just wanna see me winning
Got victory but you never see me grinning
I just, wanna, see me winning
See me winning