Police comming thru in the worse way
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Devil in the streets working overtime
Another pair of sneakers on the power line
Fox News say we fit the paradigm
Locked in padded cells
For some petty crimes
Thug tears
Dried on a gravestone
Pouring out one,
He aint comming home
But what do I tell to ya daughter
Her father
Got wrapped up selling
Narcotics
Selling the product
Making a profit
Filling his pockets
Then dying a prophet
A venomous process
Make me a promise
Dont be like yo daddy
Please go to college
Hbcu
So everybody there look like you
Im telling the truth
Yo father loved you
Dead at 22 they don't make em like Duce
Police comming thru in the worse way
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Line through my heart
Line thru the sand
A bitter feeling
Taste Sandra Bland
Word Uncle Sam
No mo selling grams
White man got a stores for the shit
Then lock my niggas up
Supposed to be rich
Chocking us out
Then tell us get a grip
Locking our wrists
Our bodies on ships
Word Uncle Sam
Im back on my shit
Word uncle sam
Im never gonna slip
Word uncle sam
I got to much to give
This is for my dawgs
Locked up, can't live
This for the kids
And they daddy doing bids
Sleeping on a pallet seeking balance
For the head
Seeking malice in bad habits
And fighting with they sins
Laying bloody, broke, dead just for they skin
Police comming thru in the worse way
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Brandon Marsalis - Thugs Cry Lyrics
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Police comming thru in the worse way
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Devil in the streets working overtime
Another pair of sneakers on the power line
Fox News say we fit the paradigm
Locked in padded cells
For some petty crimes
Thug tears
Dried on a gravestone
Pouring out one,
He aint comming home
But what do I tell to ya daughter
Her father
Got wrapped up selling
Narcotics
Selling the product
Making a profit
Filling his pockets
Then dying a prophet
A venomous process
Make me a promise
Dont be like yo daddy
Please go to college
Hbcu
So everybody there look like you
Im telling the truth
Yo father loved you
Dead at 22 they don't make em like Duce
Police comming thru in the worse way
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Line through my heart
Line thru the sand
A bitter feeling
Taste Sandra Bland
Word Uncle Sam
No mo selling grams
White man got a stores for the shit
Then lock my niggas up
Supposed to be rich
Chocking us out
Then tell us get a grip
Locking our wrists
Our bodies on ships
Word Uncle Sam
Im back on my shit
Word uncle sam
Im never gonna slip
Word uncle sam
I got to much to give
This is for my dawgs
Locked up, can't live
This for the kids
And they daddy doing bids
Sleeping on a pallet seeking balance
For the head
Seeking malice in bad habits
And fighting with they sins
Laying bloody, broke, dead just for they skin
Police comming thru in the worse way
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Devil in the streets working overtime
Another pair of sneakers on the power line
Fox News say we fit the paradigm
Locked in padded cells
For some petty crimes
Thug tears
Dried on a gravestone
Pouring out one,
He aint comming home
But what do I tell to ya daughter
Her father
Got wrapped up selling
Narcotics
Selling the product
Making a profit
Filling his pockets
Then dying a prophet
A venomous process
Make me a promise
Dont be like yo daddy
Please go to college
Hbcu
So everybody there look like you
Im telling the truth
Yo father loved you
Dead at 22 they don't make em like Duce
Police comming thru in the worse way
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Line through my heart
Line thru the sand
A bitter feeling
Taste Sandra Bland
Word Uncle Sam
No mo selling grams
White man got a stores for the shit
Then lock my niggas up
Supposed to be rich
Chocking us out
Then tell us get a grip
Locking our wrists
Our bodies on ships
Word Uncle Sam
Im back on my shit
Word uncle sam
Im never gonna slip
Word uncle sam
I got to much to give
This is for my dawgs
Locked up, can't live
This for the kids
And they daddy doing bids
Sleeping on a pallet seeking balance
For the head
Seeking malice in bad habits
And fighting with they sins
Laying bloody, broke, dead just for they skin
Police comming thru in the worse way
Burying my homies with a straight face
Black mommas shedding tears, its a sunny day
Living out my fears is the worst fate
Writer: Brandon Franklin
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