Bleave - CRASH DUMMY

Yeah
Only so much I can explain to y'all
Yeah, one

Idolizing a Maserati, another brother walked by me
Contemplating to try me, got me thinking, here, why me
Not in front my family crib, nothing that we did to him
Though he thinking, die or live, brick a shot and try again
Bro, you went to Middleton? Wait, maybe that isn't him

Hand up on his waist and then realize it ain't the face of him
Meanwhile, got me bugging out, not in front my cousin's house
Nothing we could've done about the feelings that was running out
This drunk man's voice tonight, thought he was gone take a life

Even if it wasn't right, he trying to come up tonight
City where he isn't from, bust a clip and dip and run
Something that he shouldn't have done, but he thinking, who give a fuck
Nothing we could offer, man, we ain't even bothering, man

He thinking he'll go to jail, get out and then start again
I'm thinking about how the fuck I'll explain this to my father, man
If I get the benefit of the doubt use my heart again
I'm bothering, man

Yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all driving
Someone just smacked my whip
Nah, we walking for a reason, bro
Yo, yo, yo, you went to Middleton, bro
Nah, I think we got the wrong dude

Fuck, I got my headphone on, walking at one in the morning
Pull up on me, no warning, he don't give a fuck we exploring
Trying to pay the price to live, knowing he couldn't afford it
Lil' come up on three brothers, could be so important
He don't see no chains on us, he don't see no watch either
All he ever knew, stay ready and hold the heater
Rather have it on than not have it the time he need it
I don't understand, on mama, I can't believe this
And I ain't trying to make it more than it is
But nowadays, these boys be thinking, if they scoring, they win
I'm trying to figure out, who been keeping score to begin
I think I understand why they going back to the pen
They'd rather be inside a jail, but they got the acceptance
Instead of being in society, and feel disrespected
Y'all send them back into the streets with no hope or direction
So y'all can feed off all the ones who keep repeating their sentence

They see that felony on the application, they dub him
And they wondered why he keep on getting back in some trouble
They give that boy an 8-10, he trying to make it a double
They gave him a bed and they feed him, so fuck would he hustle
Fuck would he hustle

Written by:
Damian Gaetano

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