When it pass by you gone back and do the same People still a work but the work is in vain
Still can't go home to the things I want again Pit niggas cold, pit niggas come suffer the
same Try some hustle in them put your herbs in
the flame Police a kill we off and them never get no
blame Bigger heads never listen when we complain
We see the same things again and again What if this rain could wash away our pain
I wish