Trouble

[Verse 1]

I

Run

With

Trouble

Trouble is where the home is.

The mothers need help, dads disown their kids

And wonder why they're wild... ain't seen them in a while

Teach them not to sell crack. Tell them youngin, crack a smile

But when the times are hard, they seeing what he saw

The trouble seems perfect. Lose your life, is it worth it?

But when your life is worthless and you don't like living

Getting killed or do the killing is an easy ass decision

Run with trouble, tried to run from my past

But the past is exact. You will never get it back

You gotta deal with the future

So niggas go and deal to provide for their future

I had to face the fact I couldn't take it to the rack

And I know that crack kills so I chased a record deal

Try to make a mill and make it out this hell

That we call home where the trouble makers roam

Shots of that Goose got me loose and Patron got me on

In my zone bout to find my way home

Run with trouble, tried to run from my past

But the past is exact. You will never get it back

We still living in the present

I know that it's a gift, I'm just looking for the second

Give him just a second, youngin' gonna make it bubble

Then he went and made the double. All thanks be to trouble

Find his own way, yes he will

But what the trouble do? It got him killed

It's that real

[Verse 2]

I

Run

With

Trouble

Runnin fast, I get burned by the rubber

Shorty said she burning. She forgot to use a rubber

No trouble, then she wouldn't be pregnant

At the clinic bout to send him up to heaven; God's present

Trying to achieve a better future

In the race, victory, I won't lose ya. I need ya!

Because even though I pledge allegiance to the flag

Obama will not be there when they put me in a bag

Just another murder, probably won't make the paper

So we all live and die, run and chase the paper

And my niggas hustle 'til they get caught

Now they gotta dress up to go to court

And get sentenced

The drug game ain't nothin like they thought

Run away from trouble was his last thought

I'm a witness!

The cage is where the trouble ends

But he just had a baby so another one begins

Cause he won't be there to show his son right from wrong

And make sure that he and trouble doesn't get along

Then I'll have to sing the same old song

Bout a good boy that went wrong, so long

From the tomb where it's already assumed

That the father isn't there or there isn't any room

He left before the birth, from the womb to the tomb

Deadbeats, they kill their sons before their lives have begun

We still in the war

The battle is not won

All the soldiers; they are dying

Cops are killing, they are lying

Paper chase, yes sir, I hear the sirens

Forgive me for my sins, but this is where it ends