Uh, uh

Look, uh

Man I′m really getting sick of the violenceI'm sick to my stomach from sittin′ in silence

I'm sick of the murder, I'm sick of the bangin′

I′m sick of seeing the depression arising

Like what is it really gon' take for people to see that we

Need to believe, and live it with harmony?

Instead of proceeding to theivin′, instead of the beefin' and grievin′

I'm dodgin′ and weavin' to keep me from sinking

I'm sick of resorting to smokin′ and drinking

When I feel like nothing is gonna be bringing me anything I can enjoy

I can remember when I was just a little boy

I was so innocent I didn′t know what was imminent

I wasn't vigilant, I was just stuck in predicaments, I was just playin′ with toys

Fucking up anyone who be troubling me, cause I punt a bitch and I got all my keys

Fucking apparent that we don't parents our kids, so we end up like me

How we keep on a spree making serial freaks, uh

In the rap game, fuck up all lames, keep in your lane

Got me in a car because you driving me fucking insane

But no matter the weather, comin′ up better than ever

Summon the devil to pull out a talent fuckin' too clever

Gonna pull up eleven at night, gonna realise you′re gonna reside to hell in a mile

Yeah, it's been a while since I have seen you in the comments, got a fuckin' attitude

No gratitude to cast a view, to let you move

So pass around the word in town, the press about to be allowed

To say you′re anything now, but a fucking clown

People are always so quick to be picking up pistols

And poppin′ them off like a woman with pimples, they criminals

Making every situation a physical, self-absorbing egotistical motherfucking pity party

They party like they were really hardy-hardy, but really they just work at Hobby Lobby

But they really looking fucking snobby snobby like a bitch who's listening to shitty Cardi B

Callin′ me a G, you ain't nothing but a wanna be, in reality you just chirpin′ like a parakeet

But not to be talkin' ′bout struggling, you and your tummy are rumblin'

Keep on the hustlin', I am not summonin′ anyone gunning on me

I just wanna make a rant for the homie

Andrew, you shouldn′t be doing that rap

Andrew, you shouldn't be acting like that

Andrew, you shouldn′t be killin' it, but you are killin′ it, killin me, how I react?

How 'bout you listen to me?

How ′bout you look at my streams?

How 'bout you quit fucking sleeping on me?

How 'bout you fucking react like you ain′t tryna hide all your greed?

Maybe I′m sick of this shit, maybe I'm quitting this shit

Maybe after a year making the album, I was never pleased

But me being good in your mind never clicked

Forget all the memories of "Opportunities", "Water and Soap", "Andiroo" is clean

But the press ain′t impressed and I guess I confess that I rest and regret

I'm returning the pen on the motherfucking desk, cause now I′m depressed

But here is success, I'm hearing the best and I am jealous

But striving to bless the ears of the mess, I′ll fucking repent

Uh, the violence is stupid I'm sick of the shooting

A positive mood in need and we'll do it

Forget all the beef and we have to keep moving

It isn′t too late we won′t have to redo it

But how do you move on from murder and grieving the death of an innocent person

Who didn't deserve to be killed for no reason

And make you feel like you were weakening every time you fucking think of it

You can′t and that is why it is so important to focus on what we can do to prevent it

But maybe we can't and it′s awful, unlawful how they all be acting, we get it

I truly believe that we can if we change up, we talk to each other

And treat one another like sister and brother, or father and mother

Cause peace is a virtue that speaks out in numbers

For whatever reason that ain't the focus

We′re spitting the truth it is cliche, but bogus

To think that we shouldn't be worried about if our home is invaded

By violence and beatings and tying the rope

In a moment imma take another minute to meditate

And apart from the pen, imma pick up the past

We gotta realise we keep on taking the path

How we're signing a pact, resort to any attacks

Gotta fix up talking about coming around, fucking around

Thinking about how we gonna run up about defacing a part of the town

Gonna end up a clown, keep on messin′ around, banging when nobody′s around

Uh, I don't know who you are, no one caring at all

But we gotta be tall, meet the police that we call

On your knees you will crawl for the brighter generation, don′t forget who we are

I don't know if you notice, there isn′t a bonus

To murder and killing without any motive

We're gonna keep focus on what is important

We′re gonna support the police and the forces, our country endorses

The hate and divorces, and torching the bridges we've already broken

So "trust in the process", the meaningful slogan

And it's up to you if you follow the motion

I don′t care for the killing, I′m gonna say what I'm feeling

And imma speak for the innocent when I′m dealing with impotent people

Gotta be listening for the sirens and ambulance

Gotta pray for the others to have better condition

And imma keep on listening to higher authority

When we live in a country that doesn't live in conformity

But it′s never gonna happen so I'm taking it forcefully

Better hope it doesn′t break, it don't come with a warranty