I walked up in the office
It was Monday
Mundane, no one really talking
I was typing, it was quiet, asked my boss
I mean my supervisor could I probably get this Friday off
'Cause I got an obligation
They don't know I spit and they don't care my occupation
Is eating any shit that they keep stacking on my plate and it was killing my spirit, before I left I looked myself in the mirror like Wake up!
Kids growing up in my hood
Survivor's more than a game show
Teenagers drink and they smoke good
And rep gangs with the colors from the rainbow
My dumb ass tried to intervene
Saw my little man told him get his cream
You don't got to go to war homie live a dream
Even if you use the triple beam, cut the killing scenes
The youngin laughed so hard, pulled up his skinny jeans
Said you don't know what cripping means
Or what Bloods do
I love your music
But the neutrals are lame
It's not an option I can't get out the game Wake up!
She called my phone with the sad voice
Said she bout to take a good sleep made a bad choice
My words that used to get her mad moist
Got her letting out tears I let her be near
But not near enough and I'm wondering is she bluffing
Maybe she wasn't so I got to do something
I ran to her rest I saw the pills on the table
I said the afterlife is not gonna save you wake up!
We all equal
But I boldly discriminate
Each time we say pause that's exhibit A
Doesn't mean I exhibit hate, short story
Out with shawty on a dinner date
She spotted this dude that used to penetrate
Her way back in college I said I don't think that kid is straight
She said now he's married to they classmate
So why's he holding hands on a man date?
She ran over with the mad face
Called him a fag wit mad hate
He said I'm not gay
The other cat rolled his eyes
And said no he's happily married and just bi... bye
She yelled out why
Dude was looking shook, claimed it was a lie
I love my wife
I creep on the side
So the fuck what?
The girl almost cried
She said "I bet you tell her you in the studio
While you in another man's booty hole
Then you go raw in her coochie yo
If you gon' do it, don't do it low"
I pulled her away, she said, "I'm not homophobic
But I think as a man, you should really know your choices
Can affect peoples live,"
He was tight, she was right
I said dog go confess to your wife wake up!
I used to hit the block
I ain't even hit it, I tapped it
And not a lot
Just made enough for some Jordans and a watch
Small time runner delivering to the spot
A girl that always copped, came wit a coat and
It was June, is she stupid yo my dude snatched it open
Saw a stomach we was bugging like ma you must be joking
Couple months pregnant and you smoking
The next few words
That I heard that were spoken
Had me up the next morning in college fucking enrolling
The fiend said, "Y'all know I got a teenage daughter
She's real pretty, y'all can have her if y'all want her
This baby here I can't afford to abort her
So I'm hoping that the smoke will put the fetus in a coma."
Then she said, "Look
Y'all don't worry please
About God cursing you for nursing me
Blame that same God for birthing me
And letting that man molest me back in nursery."
She said, "Can you imagine what it's like
Wishing that your child would runaway every night
Hoping each day is the end of all my strife
So I go to sleep praying to Christ that I don't wake up!