Ain't Right

[Hook] I know for certain, everything ain't right I know for certain, everything ain't right I know for certain, everything ain't right Everyone I know for certain, everything ain't right [Verse One] There was these two hoods hooded, footed in soldiers with tempers hot Quick to simmer pots stewing beef No true relief is to the team to a T, descriptions fit the profile Niggas quick to throw down, forget a pro brown, state of mind is stakes inclined They gotta get theirs too A fall through the crevice in this preface to apocalypse Forever on the ave when the bags full of consequence Place your currency down and drown your misery Master mundane, niggas in unchained, off of it No alternates, so often it gets dirty in the trenches Just occupational hazard, massive hustle, big doe is on the brain stem Trying to step into the A.M Just trying to cop product, no more potluck Mouths open might as well eat good as each stood Eager in the path to feel we laugh a lot This meant to happen and let it, be in a blaze Guns clapping like they Cassidy and Sundance That's 'nuff plans Till when the news came it wasn't news to nobody Two bodies found slumped in front of an S-Class Stripped to the marrow Chicks in apparel Ice went missing Well listen real close But listen real close [Hook] {x2} "I know for certain" These are reason people die fo' "Everything ain't right" Cause life is survival "I know for certain" Certain things you try to keep my eye on "Everything ain't right" I could cry, but I won't [Verse Two] Daylight broke, they spoke subtle Cuddle as one mass Or two separate souls searching for love three dimensional Orbiting like a binary star, haunted corners they move Just losing sight of the baggage they always carry cause they packing light Past relations managed like that dot com promotion No more broken hope and rope a dope knock downs Not this time Our love was like a T.K.O He whisper kissed her on her eyelids and bounced out For another day at the J.O No glamours, a custodial worker, none the less it pays so it's Part of the plan, piling 'em out the lower end Focused in on greener grass Notions of a fam and a picket fence Summer days innocent, just fishing with his son They'll call him Dante, that's a while away At least that's what he's thinking Ironically, missus wondering why her cycle ain't came But maintain composure to the store to gather proof Before she goes jumping to conclusions she wanna be absolute Later on that evening, money leaving out from work With thoughts of a meal, a warm shower, and long hours with his ol' girl But walking to the train he heard the guns pop The stray bullet was someone else's name, it came for him As he lay his last image it flashed by Died before knowing he brought a baby boy into the world [Hook]