These Days - Z-Ro

And these days

Seem like wherever I go the fake taking over like real ain’t cool no more

And these days

Don’t nobody show love

Instead of lending a helping hand they want to see blood

And these days

I know that god be so mad

Daughters disrespect their mothers like sons do their dads and these days

I just don’t know what to do struggling just to make it homie what about you?

Uhh and these days seem like the definition of real done changed

Like today it’s cool to drop salt on your partners name

It’s cool to shake your homies hand but then go sex his dame

She pregnant and yo homie thinks it’s his that’s a damn shame

Seem like today it’s cool to be gay cause these women be having more women than

Joseph McVey

And it seems like none of my partners ain’t partners no more they all enemies

Acting like they down with me I know they just pretend to be

Mama get beat by dad and you look just like your father so mama treat you bad

You feel like your something your parents wish they never had

That’s the reason you out all night and never at the pad ready to whop

somebodies ass

But that ain’t the solution then you’ll be like me and end up in an institution

No I don’t know you I’m just trying to make a contribution

Hoping you don’t end up on death row looking at execution, lethal injection,

or electrocution

Or even worse somebody you disrespected comes and puts you in the dirt

I know if you can’t get rid of tension living hurts

Just try to vent your frustration

Doing something that won’t prepare you to ride in a hearse

It’s easier said than done

Soon as you solve a problem your facing another one deal with one player hater

and here another one come

Deserving the whole cake but end up with nothing but crumbs

I know you feel like your done but the devil is a lie

Trying to make you think he’s down with you and god want you to die

Well tell me why he sent his son here to be crucified?

On a cross with a crown of thorns on his head and a spear on his side he hung,

bleed and died

But it ain’t gone ever change

Those of us that are hard headed gone end up in the flame

Worshiping idol gods like power and money, mayne

I did it myself but realized I had to change knowing my people won’t do the same

And these days

Seem like where ever I go the fake taking over like real ain’t cool no more

And these days don’t nobody show love

Instead of lending a helping hand they want to see blood

And these days

I know that god be so mad

Daughters disrespect their mothers like sons do their dads

And these days

I just don’t know what to do struggling

Just to make it homie what about youuuuuuu?