Cheyenne Taylor - Geronimo

Lord watch over my family that's all I ask for
They the ones I'd really die for
We was struggling and thugging shit daily wishing that we had more
I'm hoping to put them on jets with they own passports yeah
Christmas we were broke trynna make the best of it
Remember seeing white folks buy expensive shit
I couldn't afford it
Paying bills, bank account at zero, I was saving nickels and quarters
Was too embarrassed, college student bought my first bed
Was a lil twin mattress but was money well spent
Trying to make music but was too busy paying rent
Praying I make a million, not have my family live in debt, what you expect?
I come from where them Natives are in jail or dead up on the pavement
I was blessed my parents didn't have me live on the reservations
I really hate it, my family they keep on saying, I got it easy not knowing the city was expensive and it could be dangerous
I remember bed bugs the roaches on the counter top
The holes in walls, a fucked up rug, a broken clock that only spun counter clock yeah
We was running on the block
Seeing rock bottom only made me want to expand my guap yeah
Cops is knocking at our fronts doors
They asking for ..... cause we was fighting til our knuckles sore
Our relationship was love and war
That liquor was his trigger, looking for love in the wrong place not knowing he was wanting ours
I remember being evicted
Momma crying cause I was a freshman getting kicked out of a school by some Christians
Good Samaritans more like they was never fair to us because of racism and white privilege
My own people discriminate me for being in the city
While these white folks hate Indians they had no pity
I know life's a bitch she only runs on hundred and fifties
The same way ignorance talks instead of you motherfuckas staying busy
Life is shitty when you tired but you have hope
Do I continue suffering in silence staying broke
Do I make this easy money being hunted selling dope
Or do I remain that young warrior that I know, Geronimo
Life is shitty when you tired but you have hope
Do I continue suffering in silence staying broke
Do I make this easy money being hunted selling dope
Or do I remain that young warrior that I know, Geronimo
Lord watch over my family that's all I ask for
They the ones I'd really die for
We was struggling and thugging shit daily wishing that we had more
I'm hoping to put them on jets with they own passports yeah
Lord watch over my family that's all I ask for
They the ones I'd really die for
We was struggling and thugging shit daily wishing that we had more
I'm hoping to put them on jets with they own passports yeah
I'm hoping that you answer my prayer this one time
This one time
I've been thinking about it I've been praying all night
This one time

Written by:
Cheyenne Kinlicheenie

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