T Dot Ragedy - Dont Make Sense

Shit don't make sense in the ghetto I used to wanna break a brick Down into pebbles
But now I'm tryna have a sit down With the rebels Forty God but I'm In the hood dancing with
The devil Shit don't make sense in The ghetto

I used to wanna break a brick Down into pebbles
But now I'm tryna have a sit down With the rebels
Forty God but I'm in the hood D Dancing with the devil
Shit don't make sense in the ghetto I used to wanna break a brick Down into

Pebbles But now I'm tryna have a Sit down with the
Rebels For the God but I'm in the Hood dancing with
The devil Shorty put his Glock on Quick as he put his
Socks on Let it go broad day, same Block that the

Cops on Caption to his pic be the Lines he heard
In a Dot song Said I'ma put the Rock on, told the nigga
You're not wrong They know that I'ma box on anything that
I hop on I could've sold popcorn On any street that

I stopped on Opportunities but These ain't the doors
That they knocked on The good Die young says a lot about niggas
Who not gone Why am I here
My brother's dying and nobody Don't care We was hungry and Nobody won't share

Cried for help but now I'm hiding My tears Keep your favors, ain't Nobody coming to
Save us I'm the voice of the lonely Place, the choices
Is only cases The poison is what We chasing New foreigns
And Rollie Faces I trapped in a Dirty basement, had run-ins

With dirty agents Had homies I Heard was hating but niggas is
Always waiting and hoping and Wishing that you fall off
When it come to this work I will Never call off or call out
I remember bagging up and that's What we would talk about

Somehow you went the wrong Way, I'm thinking I went the Wrong route
Shit don't make sense in the ghetto I used to wanna break a brick Down into pebbles
But now I'm tryna have a sit down With the rebels 40 God but I'm in The hood dancing with the devil

Shit don't make sense in the ghetto I used to wanna break a brick Down into pebbles
But now I'm tryna have a sit down With the
Rebels 40 God but I'm in the hood Dancing with the
Shit don't make sense in the ghetto I used to wanna break a brick Down into pebbles
But now I'm tryna have a sit down With therebels 40 God but I'm in The hood dancing with the
Devil

Written by:
Joshua Love

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