Meta4 - Problems Lyrics

Stand for something
Complacency what these Nigga's loving
Cooking up beef like they need an oven
How bout we focus on repercussions
Instead of click clack bang cause a Nigga mugging
But he really wasn't
He was just discussing
With his little cousin
That he doesn't wanna be missing black father
Sun in his eyes so he was
Shot for no reason
Man it's the season
Brothers keep dying
And Mamas keep grieving
Seven year old ain't come home after dark
Blink of an eye she was missing that evening
Cops gotta pen, to throw me in the pen
Just because I sold some green
But the college student gets a slap on the wrist for a rape cause he wants a degree
F*ck is happening
Gentrification and all the damaging
Scars that need stitches but only bandages
For the people 'less you living lavish man
But the light at the of the tunnel
Will never go out if we keep it in mind
Just never go blind when you grind and remind to yourself that your soul is Devine
The struggle is real but the hope is alive again
Hide all your tracks when you stand to the dominant
Witnesses oblivious to the promises
Shit that will just make you hop like a Heineken
Shit that will just make you pop like you ride again
Gimme my lighter man

We all got problems
You ain't the only one, Got children dying by holy guns
We all got problems
Caesar and Brutus, Brothers still milking ourselves how we do this shit
We all got problems
Industrialize, Desensitize, Our emotion aside
Get to the money, Just get to money man, F*ck all other shit until you die
Long as you stay true
Long as you stay you
Don't let em tame you
Don't let em tame you
Don't let em tame you

Contamination of an entire nation
Complacent is the generation full of abominations
I'm waiting for a revolution f*ck all this segregation
And hating ass rich f*cks only concerned with payments
Flow is on fire like twenty five lighters that sit right up there on my dresser
You like to be loud I'm keeping it low key my gun even got a suppressor
I'm a poet, a dreamer, a misfit, a schemer, a rebel, a lover, a do'er, and thinker
Life is a bitch with anxiety, so you make sure that you do not depress her
Ambulance bringing the stretcher
For the beats that I kill with no effort
But we creating scenes by jumping our kings
My Nigga's this is not checkers
Money was used to not having none
Twenty five cents for some bubblegum
Had to get off my feet and do what I do
And live my life like I was Daniel son

We all got problems
You ain't the only one, Got children dying by holy guns
We all got problems
Caesar and Brutus, Brothers still milking ourselves how we do this shit
We all got problems
Industrialize, Desensitize, Our emotion aside,
Get to the money, Just get to money man, F*ck all other shit until you die
Long as you stay true
Long as you stay you
Don't let em tame you
Don't let em tame you
Don't let em tame you