paroles de chanson Illustrationz - Trey Posey

Apocalyptic visions
No pot to piss in so
I'm penny pinching
Nickel flipping
Tryna pack a punch the flow
Never in the trenches
Had dreams when I grow up
Most blood I've seen, scraped knees And bloody nose we was
Riding bikes, meet up with some lil Fellas
Acting like I can fight, our brains Were undeveloped
It got scary at night but boy lemme Tell ya
Its different on they side, choppas Singing aca acapella
Pew, pew, bop bum
These kids don't know nun
Wonder why
Cousins, uncles and daddy's
Lives are done
It's raining it's pouring
Tears under the sun
Look around it's a flood
They just wanna have fun like

Bounce, jump
Bounce, jump
Hands up
Don't draw the gun
Drawing blood
This a kids book don't draw the Blood
Bounce, jump
Bounce, jump
Hands up
Don't sound the gun off
Now run, don't walk
Get loud, don't talk

Devil my neighbor
Distant with savior
We all want the paper, want the Green, Mother Nature
Life's a bitch dont save her
Give an inch, take an acre
Tryna cover Fader, catch a fade or get Ya weight up
They'll stain ya
So I don't say much
I don't really say nun
Need a translator
Goin insane
They'll try to sedate us
Our stories already written
Imma be the illustrator

Once upon a time
Once upon a 9
8, 7, 6, And then 5 young men just Getting by
No where near civilized
Just tryna stay and feel alive
But what they feel inside always been Pushed to the side
Once they too deep it's hard to Change them wrongs to right
That's all they really knew of
Used to the streets and outside
And then they grew up
Running back and forth basically Suicide
But they better touch that line cause What's on it is there lives and they
Goin insane
Rain rain go away
But it always stayed
That's The way they was raised
Neglect and projects had an effect on What's next
But it's no time to reflect
They just Tryna get that check and Make it

Bounce, jump
Bounce, jump
Hands up
Don't draw the gun
Drawing blood
This a kids book don't draw the Blood
Bounce, jump
Bounce, jump
Hands up
Don't sound the gun off
Now run, don't walk
Get loud, don't talk

Devil my neighbor
Distant with savior
We all want the paper, want the Green, Mother Nature
Life's a bitch dont save her
Give an inch, take an acre
Tryna cover Fader, catch a fade or get Ya weight up
They'll stain ya
So I don't say much
I don't really say nun
Need a translator
Goin insane
They'll try to sedate us
Our stories already written
Imma be the illustrator