Mindset

Heal the world

Make it a better place

For you and for me

And the entire human race

There are people dying

If you care enough for the living

I'm out here dying and no one cares

I'm out here crying and no one's there

This is the mindset of our culture

Of our culture, of our culture

I got nowhere to plug in I have no outlet

My father went to the pen and he ain't out yet

The TV raised me no one pays me attention lately

So maybe I'll go off and do something crazy

Like make 3 babies before I'm 18

I'm only 15 but no one's listening

To my cry for help so I get piercings

When I'm 16 I'll get tattoos

Try a bit of weed, I've already had booze

I've already had two people molest me

The first one verbally, the next one sexually

Sex to me is the answer not the question, see

I never seem complete unless a body is next to me

Now I'm 17 and the glamour of selling weed is dope

And a much easier way to cope cause

Much easier way to cope cause

The fact is I'm broken

A old used car yeah my car real broken

Had a system in it but my car got broke(n) in

System stolen, window broken

Uh, and now my window's broken

And I feel cold when the wind blows cold in

I tried to block it out take a J roll it up

Down this Courvoisier, eh blow it up

That was just my family's way growing up

But I was just a family straight growing up

That being the black sheep in

The family in fact he is the trash heap in

The family

The garbage disposal

Throw him out and now the garbage disposed of

Out on the corner

Whether or you speaking of the real or metaphor I'm still out on the corner

House wasn't a home so kicked out by my owner

I'm out on my own so I'm out for my own, oh

Uh, Am I out of my dome , no, uh, I'm just a child all alone so

I'm trying to find a man in me in the sheets

I'm trying to find a family in the streets

When I chill with my boys kind of fills up the void

So all of this insanity gives me peace

The same old same and the pain is so strainful and draining I can't seem to kill this leech

Stranger in the land, estranged from His hand

I can't seem seem to feel His reach

Uh, But I still feel police, uh

So how I'm supposed to feel at peace

When the boys from the precinct

Want my boys and me extinct so they pull a piece?

Time and time again this stuff just repeats itself

I find myself wondering when I'm going be laying in the street myself myself

Scenario ain't far fetched, uh

Look what they did to Mike Brown, uh

They smoke G over cigars, uh, and you telling me to pipe down?

Like I'm trying to pick a fight now all against the whites now this ain't the civil rights now quiet down

If he wouldn't have wrecked a cop then he wouldn't have gotten shot so it's really his fault, shooting justified now

Uh, how could you be that passive?

Wow, how could you say get past it?

If you ain't never lived a day in the life of a black kid plagued by his blackness dag it

Uh, my white friends say get over it

Privileged, it's like they don't notice it

Uh, they trying to sweep life under rug, uh

Say my opinion is overkill

You wasn't in Ferguson when it happened

Wasn't in the cop's shoes when he started blasting

Could have been an accident you ain't got the facts man

So stop acting like you's a police captain

Uh, you right man, I ain't a chief

But I can't believe you could care less

Another 18 kid laying in the streets

With two to the dome and four to the chest

Uh, whether or not race played a part

A kid getting shot should weigh on your heart, uh

Whether it's Mike B. or Trayvon

All around the world it's the same song