Trauma

[Sample] Used to be a dreamer Dreamin' of a fire [Verse 1] Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn And even worst, my judge black don't wanna see me do well It's either that or black people for sale Gave me two to four years like, "Fuck your life, meet me in hell" And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate? This where the so-called "real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes And that's your phone time, if you ain't got no money, you ain't online Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon be a cold summer Your son trapping, and your homie giving O's to him And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya They want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check We still niggas though, what you expect? [Chorus] I just won I was on the corner with the reefa And they got us warring for our freedom See my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Uhh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mama And the judge got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the locker [Verse 2] Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease They shot that boy 20 times when they could've told him just freeze Could've put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe That's what the old lady said when she screamed This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th And in the 13th amendment, it don't say that we kings They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (Stay woke) If you don't stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you'd prolly be killed But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal Kill your account, look where money get spilled Check it, and they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal Kill your account, look where money get spilled [Chorus] I just won I was on the corner with the reefa And they got us warring for our freedom See my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Uhh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mama And the judge got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the locker [Verse 3] How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh Watching a black woman take my freedom Almost made me hate my people When they label you felon, it's like they telling you they not equal 11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy 23 hours in a cell, somebody save me I'm on a jail call, trying to explain it to my baby I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe Trauma [Chorus] I just won I was on the corner with the reefa And they got us warring for our freedom See my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? Uhh, trauma When them drugs got a hold of your mama And the judge got a hold on your father Go to school, bullet holes in the locker