SpaceMan Stuw - Late Hatchling (feat. META#4)

Don't you cry
Aye
Excuse me arrivederci
Got a mouth to feed, so its peace I keep
Seen my pops with the blick, so you can't tell me shit
About protecting women or kids in the village
I've gotta do it cuz it's two that I grip
Standing tall in my court without judging your stitch
Ain't no gown or no gavel had DNA straddle
Donkey with no saddle with thousands of gallops
Up going down a dirty country road
Catching hands from big mama talking back to grown folks
Cuz you don't want to go down to the corner store
To get the items you know that we can't grow
In our own garden don't beg for her pardon
Don't work you don't eat that's why black children starving
For knowledge regardless I'm not bout to argue
My youngin hit hardest when they on the field
Or shoot it the best in the gym or with tech
You will fight for respect, intellect you neglect
Cuz you pockets on flex claim your drip looking fresh
But you ain't found the time to help children out yet
Man okay that's a bet but keep telling me that
You got a problem with how the doing
In the schools when they make up new rules to keep truth from the view
Your solutions to send them the youth
And they'll make them a troop and you know that its truw
But want our daughters and sons to be better than us
So we give em gloves and tell em to run and jump
Jump
Cuz I guess they ain't got brains to bring about change
Nerd gang is for lames go work on your range and sang
Sang
Cuz if we keep it real then we all know the deal
Green dollars is worth more than talent and skills
Skills
Hush little baby don't you cry
No
Hush little baby don't you cry
Hush little baby don't you cry
No
Baby don't you cry
No
Baby don't you cry
Don't you cry
And know that everything's alright
They Betta
Shut up and dribble that's all they ever expected
We know that's stereotypical when education neglected
We grew up dreaming NBA, MLB, and NFL
Not to get our bachelors or masters from Yale
That's a slave mentality that's what the master used to yell
I got chills from writing that I had to chill from writing raps
Then I thought who else gone save our kids and get them out the trap
Too many villains in the music I put the cape on my back, I'm back
I'm back
At least that's what I heard
But I always been clever they wasn't good at scramble for my words
Ha, now when I speak they can grasp it
Need to reform it like a justice system creatures of habit
Look I ain't ashamed to admit it
I caught myself pushing sports on my daughters not knowing I did it
The void I was filling was what I was missing instead of paying attention
To they feelings equivalent to saying stop the violence but you still killing
Don't you cry
No
Hush little baby don't you cry
Hush little baby don't you cry
No
Baby don't you cry
No
Baby don't you cry
Don't you cry
And know that everything's alright
Know

Written by:
Philip McClain, Roger McClain

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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