Konvict, konvict, konvict
OG
Mama hold her head and cry
'Cause her son had been shot down in the streets and died
"Oh why? Oh why?"
Is what she cry
She cry
The biggest problems in the city
Is them daddies ain't there
And if it ain't about the money
Then nobody don't care
And then I spoke to an OG
Tried to mentor me
Said, "Boy, these streets'll suck the love right out your heart
So don't believe that bullshit"
You know goddamn well this system ain't for us (oh, no, no, no)
And you know goddamn well the president don't love us (oh, no, no, no)
We're sinking down to the ground of the ghettos and we can't get no lower
So I'm askin' God, "How do we dig ourselves out if we can't afford the shovel?"
(Oh, no, no, no)
If there's a problem in the hood
Everybody come together just to solve that problem
But that's the problem in the hood
Nobody comes together unless you involve violence
'Cause we was taught to be the tough guys
And was told to just remain silent (oh, no, no, no)
But then you got them niggas telling on the next guy
Instead of tell 'em what it takes to solve it (oh, no, no, no)
Is there a problem that I don't know about? (Oh, no, no, no)
Is there a problem that I haven't heard about? (Oh, no, no, no)
'Cause I speak of kids robbing each other
Pimps, prostitutes and drug dealers (oh, no, no, no)
We won't get much further
Unless we start helping each other
But them non-believers will say (oh, no, no, no)
You know goddamn well this system ain't for us (oh, no, no, no)
And you know goddamn well the president don't love us (oh, no, no, no)
Sinking down to the ground of the ghettos and we can't get no lower
So I'm askin' God, "How do we dig ourselves out if we can't afford the shovel?"
(Oh, no, no, no)
We were 16 brothers, with no father around
I was 16, 14 robbers now
Two went to school and got a degree
One went to jail, the other ones stuck in the streets
Damn, so nobody really made it out
He about to sell a breach just to build a house
Momma workin' two jobs while babysitting hard
And I ain't even seen my dad when we was in a drill
Life crazy, can't dig since we don't have a shovel
And all these hoes around diggin' me with no shovel
Harbored in the kill before the kid do without it
No Rihanna when it rain, somebody grab my umbrella
Mama hold her head and cry (yeah)
'Cause her son had been shot down by police and died
"Oh why? Oh why?"
Is what she cry
She cry
Mama hold her head and cry
'Cause her son had been shot down by police and died