Mickey Woods Jr. - Feeding the Youth

How many times we gon' lie to ourselves?
I love the skin I'm in
I don't wanna rebel
I'm content with this white picket fence
Saving money for the rent feel way better than Beverly Hills
My pockets heavy
I don't never have problems with bills
I never question God
I know Heaven is real
I never stay up all night thinkin' of selling white
I know my morals more important than gettin' a deal
How many times we gon' lie to ourselves?
I know the truth outweigh all these lies that I tell
I know that all my music jam
I ain't worried 'bout getting spam even though my soul screaming "I'm tired of the mail!"
I love the fact I'm black everyday
No matter how many niggas they taking away
I know they just scared of intelligence in my head
To tell the truth I wouldn't have it no other way
How many times we gon' lie to ourselves
I'll never buy the dream that they trying to sell
I'm twenty-four
I need money for my bro
It's been a task trying to keep that man out of the jail
I'll never tell you the pain that I feel
About how all these niggas rap and just label it real
If you knew that I was from where they kill you for having crumbs
Would you still tell your homies you came to the Trill?
(I wonder)

How many times we gon' lie to ourselves?
How many times we gon' lie to ourselves?
Looking at me with they mouth wide
Pray to God with my eyes closed (yea yea)
Looking at me with they mouth wide
Pray to God with my eyes closed

I need a reason or two
Who am I? Please remind me
This just not easy to do
They say I'm feeding the youth
All my troubles behind me
All my troubles behind me

I take my L's and then I roll on
Conversation with my maker
He say "You ain't gassed yo spaceship up in so long
I called you on like four phones
You was making more music
You was banking on hooping
You was waiting on a open door
You never seen one, you want a kingdom
You not a king though
They locked the screen door
How many times I gotta give you something when you ask for it
To show you why I ain't want yo ass to have the shit
This not the basics
We fighting cases
We fight for freedom
They say we need 'em like affadavits"
I been working on my patience
I been searching for a day-shift
I been writing on my night-shift cruising 'round the city with a outdated license yea yea
I know God got his head down
But I gotta get this bread now
Feel it in my legs now
(Feel it in my, unh unh)

I need a reason or two
Who am I?
Please remind me
This just not easy to do
They say I'm feeding the youth
All my troubles behind me
All my troubles behind me

Looking at me with they mouth wide
Pray to God with my eyes closed, yea yea
Looking at me with they mouth wide, aye aye
Pray to God with my
Pray to God with my
Looking at me with they mouth wide, aye aye
Pray to God with my eyes closed, yea yea
Looking at me with they
Pray to God with my
Pray to God with my

Written by:
Mickey Woods Jr.

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