Young Elder - I'm Trying

6'2 with a hoodie
He a black male
Police searching through the hood
Only time will tell
When the find him
They gon kill em
They ain't doin no talking
That means he'a about to lose his life
Just for jaywalking
But that ain't it
He has a son and a daughter
They gon grow up alone
Now they won't have no father
Fast forward couple years
Son trapping every night
Getting money for his momma
Tryna keep on the lights
He ain't have a father figure
Nobody there to guide him
So he loyal to the streets
He keep the Glock beside him
Nobody there to teach him
That's some friends are snakes
He just wanted fast money
And that food on his plate
The daughter grew up fast
She was searching for love
Having sex with random guys
And wasn't wearing no glove
Now she's 19
And she got 3 kids
Same dead end job
That's she been working for years
Sayin I'm trying I'm really trying
Somebody get the tissue
Cause his mama crying
Cause she turn on the news
And her baby dying
Can we put down the guns
Can we stop the violence
She said
I'm trying I'm really trying
Somebody get the tissue
Cause his mama crying
Cause she turn on the news
And her baby dying
Can we put down the guns
Can we stop the violence

How I'm doing
I ain't doing well
Cause we living in a system
Where we set up to fail
Cause statistically
I'm supposed to be dead or in jail
But I took a different route
And told them I'm gon prevail
See I come from a city
You can't go out after dark
It's murder after murder
And I don't know where to start
Something gotta change
Cause it's breaking my heart
I'm looking for the peace
City falling apart
These baby killing babies
I'm like "how did we come to this"
Then we post it on the gram
And somehow we numb to this
Something gotta change
Cause I've had enough of this
We killing our own people
And now we can't run from it
I'm keep on grinding till it ain't nothing left
Because they killed one of my friends
They put bullets through his chest
I ain't too strong about pride
But I will die about my respect
I walked into the game
And now I'm stepping on their necks
Sayin I'm trying I'm really trying
Somebody get the tissue
Cause I'm really crying
Cause I turn on the news
And my brother's dying
Can we put down the guns
Can we stop the violence
I said
I'm trying I'm really trying
Somebody get the tissue
Cause I'm really crying
Cause I turn on the news
And my brother's dying
Can we put down the guns
Can we stop the violence

Written by:
Jaela Morris

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