Good People

Yeah, this for my people smokin’ in the car That shit you know was potent when you open up the jar That shit you got from Oakland because Oakland’s not that far And your cousin’s out there growin’ purple roses in his yard And he gives you them for low ‘cause he like to share a smoke And he cares about his folk like he strokin’ a guitar And you know if not for him you would be at a loss So you keep him in your thoughts as you roll up your cigars [Chorus] Singin’ you, and me, relate - I see you Because we, appre–ciate, good people You been Stuck in a limbo Not makin’ enough to be comfortable Been payin’ these dues, maybe someday soon they’ll become refundable Yeah, with a little bit of interest Yeah, little somethin’ you can invest Just yesterday you was a child, now half of your childhood friends got infants Shit, least it ain’t you ‘Til your face turn navy blue When the girl from the other night call you up and say “I’m pregnant with your baby, boo” Aw no, man, this can’t be true, naw, naw man, this can’t be true I got too much life to live, I got people to see, I got things to do This gonna be a big change for you Diapers, you’re gonna have to change a few ‘Cause workin’ a 9-to-5 job for a couple of years, minimum wage And do you see a time machine, you really need it badly Everybody needs you to be the daddy Everybody needs you to feed the family But you don’t know if you’re gonna be able to, ‘cause All the time and the work and the stress it takes and it makes you depressed and sad You really wanna run away from it but you don’t wanna be another deadbeat dad And this overwhelming, ‘cause it got you by surprise But when that baby come, and you look into its eyes, you say “I’mma look over you I’mma look over you, yeah I’mma look over you I’mma look over you, yeah” [Chorus] Singin’ you, and me, relate - I see you Because we, appre–ciate, them good people Shit, this for my people jugglin’ them bills And fightin’ off depression but still countin’ up they blessings ‘Cause they notice folks just out there that be strugglin’ for reals Like parents who got children that’s been sufferin’ from illness And they still is because they can’t afford the suppliments and pills A kid that’s goin’ hungry, immigrants from other countries With no money that got talent and got hustle and got skills But end up laboring for next to nothing in them fields So whether you labelled hopeless or homeless or illegal I’ll put these bars on top of each other to show we’re equal Because we, appre–ciate all, good people