Cameron London - Toe Tags Lyrics

I try to explain
Ain't too many left around me that can feel my pain
Think I run with the gangs
But I got enough pressure from my own last name
I don't want support when I'm dead
Give it now as I pray it doesn't go to my head
People think I'm stacking the bread
I got crumbs but I make sure that my family fed
Hate to see me hustle hate to see me with a smile on my face
I muscle through it working harder for the chances I take
Conversations but it's pretty clear that you can't relate
Wear my shoes, til you do it ain't up for debate
Love fake, they'd replace me if they had the chance
Premonitions I'm preparing in advance
Think they seen us struggle they just got some glances
How much money are they making off our circumstances

Now what's the price for a black man's life
I check the toe tags not one zero in sight
Family been asking me why
I been fearing for my life cause I'm too scared to die
They don't see the value I hold
Unless I'm filling up they pockets or I'm bringing em gold
World so cold
I'll be murdered by the streets before I sell my soul

I invested in my city
Invested in my goals
Dad too but you know how it goes
That's a man that dedicated time
He was there for they events but he wasn't for mine
But it's cool cause I know that he was giving back
They did him dirty I'll address it on this track
Sacrificing for years out of his own pockets
Rich folks stingy and I bet that they gon knock it
Steady tampering
They can't stand that he coached a couple champions
Checking prices on the body bags they handing in
They won't admit that the murdering is damaging
And if they could
They would shackle us and send us all back to the hood
And tell the news channels everything all good
And that before they gunned us down they did all they could

Now what's the price for a black man's life
I check the toe tags not one zero in sight
Family been asking me why
I been fearing for my life cause I'm too scared to die
They don't see the value I hold
Unless I'm filling up they pockets or I'm bringing em gold
World so cold
I'll be murdered by the streets before I sell my soul