Make Me Over

[Verse 1: Boogie] Whoa We still hanging from the tree, I guess we better leaves They still gon' Marshawn Lynch me if I never speak I see hawks that can’t see they own thoughts Because they eyes was on women that can’t mind they own business Sitting in my church, looking at my pastor Say he tryna find a witness, I’m like, “Nah, I ain’t snitchin',” whoa What if niggas looked at prison like a prism? While we squaring up with others, always thinking that we different Guess we, guess we in it Let it out your system ‘Cause the system been assisting on your downfall, ah See, I got lost in the truth, as I lie here just look at what I found, y'all Lord, Lord, won’t you wrap your arms 'round my body? Put me in the sky, won’t you let me know you got me? And even if you drop me, I don’t really see it wrong, why? Cuz you been holding me so long Whoa [Hook: D'anna Stewart] You say I’ve been so strange lately You can see how I done changed, baby Lately I’ve been going through some things Oohhh [Interlude: Boogie’s son, Darius] My dear God, I ask you to bless my dad, my mom, my, my cousins, my cousin [?] Joshua, Tiana, Ronnie and Gregory And bless my mommy, my daddy… [Verse 2: Boogie] Whoa, uh, uh That’s my five-year-old kid; he’s still got crayons in his cupboard Now how I’m ‘posed to tell him I got shot over a color? That don’t make sense, and sense ain’t too common, is it? They try to blame them, they ain’t really the problem, is it? Y'all got it twisted, and it’s fucking all my nerves up Nigga, fuck your turn-up How I’m 'posed to benefit? How that shit concern us? Word up, that nigga killed Tiana, now her family up in hell; he the one that’s 'posed to burn up Guess it ain’t my, I guess it ain’t my place How I’m fighting for this race who ain’t got faith up in they face I can see it, I’ve been searching for myself, and I can’t even find a reason I got shot up in my foot, I’m never gon’ be defeated I promise, whoa [Bridge: Boogie] Okay let’s clap for them niggas Who turn they back on us niggas ‘Cause they was clapping at niggas To get it cracking for niggas who really hate 'em They hanging from the cliff; let me see if you gon’ save ‘em Man, I bet not [Hook: D'anna Stewart] [Outro: Boogie’s son, Darius] Dear God, I ask you to keep my family strong And keep my daddy out of trouble Amen