Killuminati Won't Save You

I'm the black sheep of the family

Graffiti up on the alley

An ambulance passin'

Another tragedy happened in cali

All I wanted was a role model

My father worked hard

So tell me who the fuck was I suppose to follow?

It's hard to swallow

My stomach's hollow

Knowing I only had top ramen to eat tomorrow

I had no problem drug dealing

I get mad

When I think of all the bullshit that I was feeling

I believe my father really broke a happy home

Left us stranded in the dark

For a fucking whore

I prayed to God it wouldn't happen

But I was ignored

If it ain't my family

What the fuck I'm living for?

No looking forward

No looking back

No hesitation

When I put my hands on that strap

My music is the pain in my mother's eyes

People struggling in the ghetto

Something never televised

People struggling in the ghetto

Something never televised

Killuminati won't even save you

From all the struggle I survive

One shot, two - three - four

Can you feel the vibe?

This is for my mother's pain

And everything she sacrificed

I'm still mad at my brother's chick

I can't believe she snitched on 'em

God damn you on some other shit

I learned my lesson

Never trust a bitch

I'm thinking karma's a mutherfucker

While staring at my rubber grip

My close homies on the run again

My phone's tapped

I think I'm being followed by these undercover pigs

I think they wanna set me up

On some sucker shit

Snitching will never happen

Forever be the opposite

Got my enemies saying

That muthafucker's sick

L.a. - chi-town even brooklyn

We got something in common

If you wonderin'

Hustle hard

Til the day you pay your mother's rent

Ain't that the real reason why we started hustlin'?

Besides the cars & the fame

And trying to fuck a bitch

My music is the pain in my mother's eyes

Stranded in the ghetto

Is something that's never televised

People struggling in the ghetto

Something never televised

Killuminati won't even save you

From all the struggle I survive

One shot, two - three - four

Can you feel the vibe?

This is for my mother's pain

And everything she sacrificed

My president is talkin' bout some bullshit again

They keep taking education money from the kids

I never seen 'em once ever speak about the homeless

Or ever talk about the gang related

Feeling hopeless

Incase you didn't notice

The youngest to the oldest

Homies never realize

Til that eviction notice

It's time for us to grow up

The real world afraid of us

That's why they never show love

You know what they label us

Wish I could just ignore the world

With a ounce of weed

And tell the people in the ghetto

They can count on me

Now dim the muthafucking lights

Put me in front of a crowd

Who applauds when I mention christ

My music is the pain in my mother's eyes

Stranded in the ghetto

Is something that's never televised

People struggling in the ghetto

Something never televised

Killuminati won't even save you

From all the struggle I survive

One shot, two - three - four

Can you feel the vibe?

This is for my mother's pain

And everything she sacrificed