Pawns In The Game - Kuniva

We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out

Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out

Diss-tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains

Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains

If we could only put our paper together and make a change

Destroying the real and rebuild, one brick at a time, re-arrange

The way that we think, we killin' ourselves, it’s a shame

We gotta wake up and' realize… that we’re all pawns in the game

It’s kinda funny how we get in this game thinkin' we got it made

Somehow the person we used to be just up and got away

All you hear is «'Keepin' it Gangsta"'' and «'Keep it real"'

And everybody is thuggin' and totin' a piece of steel

How stupid did I feel when I found it wasn’t about skill

But about the label you’re reppin', how you market your deal

If I would a known from the beginning then I would a been winnin'

I would a been grinnin', wheels would a been spinnin'

We never stop to look at ourselves

We blame our problems on other people

But look at us, we’re crooked ourselves

We can’t even get invited to nuthin', without the fightin' and fussin'

Police come with pepper spray, cussin' and hand-cuffin'

Our little pride won’t allow us to step aside, or let it slide

And we forgot the meaning of l’Let it ride'

And they don’t even care, they just let us die

Just another dead rapper’s CD that you steady by (We ready, rise)

We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out

Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out

Diss-tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains

Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains

If we could only put our paper together and make a change

Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time, re-arrange

The way that we think, we killin' ourselves, it’s a shame

We gotta wake up an' realize that we’re all pawns in the game

I’ve fallen victim to my demon’s myself, I’m being honest

I needed guidance, I used to turn to the weed and chronic,

A product of my environment, my gun I would polish

Instead of knowledge or opting for college I chose violence

But times change, they think I’m going soft, I guess…

My stress got-at-me-the-goodie-mob's thought process

And it was like Jerome standing in front of me with a mirror

I didn’t like what I saw, but now I see things clearer

And we’re flirtin' with the wages of sin, and mentally

We’re all locked up, and physically they’re cagin' us in

Cause we dyin' over a block, dyin' over a street

People in the Gulf Coast is dyin' for something to eat

I ain’t here to preach about rap beef, it’s not that deep

Fuck your hot-16's, shit’s not that sweet

Everybody say they grown-ass men, ready to fight the power

But we can’t even fight our problems lurkin' within

We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out

Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out

Diss-tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains

Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains

If we could only put our paper together and make a change

Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time, re-arrange

The way that we think, we killin' ourselves, it’s a shame

We gotta wake up an' realize that we’re all pawns in the game

Look at the neighbourhood you grew up in, and tell me the truth

It gets worse about a year, everybody’s ready to shoot

We can’t disguise the fact, we’re dropping like flies

And that’s the reason it hurts to look in my nephew’s eyes

That bullet that hit his back, left his legs without feelin'

So hopefully he gon' walk again, if it’s god’s willin'

It’s killin' a piece of my soul, he’s only 17 years old

So late night I’m up, letting the tears roll

It’s so ironic, cause the place I played as a child

Was the same place he caught a bullet, and laid on the ground

Now tell me, who is it to blame for that?

The little guy who pulled the trigger, or the older cats who gave him the gat?

The cycle continues from day to day, I pray the lord

Will make a way to take the hate away from us breaking-away-er's

Our common-sense and intellect, we respect disrespect

We our biggest threat and we don’t even get it yet… (It's a shame)

We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out

Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out

Diss-tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains

Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains

If we could only put our paper together and make a change

Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time, re-arrange

The way that we think, we killin' ourselves, it’s a shame

We gotta wake up an' realize that we’re all pawns in the g-