D RiVVY - You Got Me

Hard day, hard way to earn a living
Given the hell that I live in, I don't see no savior risen
I see politic division, what's the policy we're given?
Do nothing, steal money, keep the poor to floor?
I'm just seeing third-eye vision, if it's raw then it's raw
If there's a plot then it falls, if there's a shot, then I call
If there's a beef then I brawl, Hard Knocks like it's Carr's pops
On camera with his older son doing car stops
Heart shock, like it's London, heard they did the Vossi Bop
But I seen them looking cleaner when the U.K. drill was hot
Heads filling up the spot, until somebody hear a shot
Brothers running ain't see shit, or who got got
And the ambo's always late, so bystanders get hot
Maybe bleed out on the street so long, it turn to a clot
Maybe wake up in the ER, handcuffed to a cot
Demons dreaming in the streets and their playing with lots
You got me

Written by:
Daniel Rivera

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