Lyrics Comprende - Eshon Burgundy feat. Fred Council, the Voice, Lavoisier & Eric Christopher

My homeboys said they stuck in they ways
And they can't see that changing no time soon
Tuck the heat and start puffing away
Aware of the danger, but they don't see it like I do
They don't see it like I do
This is for the cholos, vatos, locos, comprende
Gang bangers, set trippin, flag-waving essays
Cripped out, pimped out, bloods and crips
Rocking feather-cut, old school like DJ Quick
Yeah real talk though, y'all should coexist
That's what got the both of them colors in both y'all wrists
Yeah, they don't see it like your boy and me shining
Give me two fingers up, three tucked, peace sign
I touched down in Romania, Bucharest, Jilava
I preached to them prisoners, it couldn't get live-r
Pimps, thugs, and murderers, all European
Third-world conditions was all you was seeing
No matter where you staying, we are all human beings
I told em stand up like a man where I can see em
Over fifty brothers jumped up in a flash
Screaming out "I believe" while them hecklers laughed, say word
My homeboys said they stuck in they ways
And they can't see that changing no time soon
Tuck the heat and start puffing away
Aware of the danger, but they don't see it like I do
They don't see it like I do
My homeboys, they thuggin, a bunch of felons
I be preaching, but it's like that there's nothing that you could tell em
The pastor can't reach em, their mothers feel like they fail em
The cold of the street life stuck all in their cerebellum
If we don't get em, the paramedics gon' pick em up
Pre-pubescent era when some of us picked the pistol up
We go to jail, nobody there to come visit us
We hate racism, but how come we never get at us
Then we glorify the nonsense blatantly
Look inside the youngin's eyes, I can see the vacancy
He got a soul, but Satan is in control
The hatred making a mold, the weight is taking its toll
Money can never pay for sin, yeah it costs a grip
Price tag heavy, so don't bother saving all your chips
You got the nerve to ask what's bothering me?
Some rather take a jail cell over a college degree, and they can't see it
My homeboys said they stuck in they ways
And they can't see that changing no time soon
Tuck the heat and start puffing away
Aware of the danger, but they don't see it like I do
They don't see it like I do
Ever been on the corner with your homeboys
On front of the Chinese store next to that phone boy
Blowing on strong, hand palming that chrome toy
So if he feel threatened, he draw his concealed weapon
Has he ever explained to you why he be selling work
Have you ever thought about his point of view for doing dirt, huh?
Right now when I had that conversation and see crack through the eyes of the Reagan administration
'Cause facts and lies only survive in severed places
And cancel out each other when one of them is discovered by the other
So when they telling you they do it for the babies
Yet they never see the babies, man that's absolutely crazy
Passion for Mercedez, two pair of daties like the 80s (?)
Flashy suit, two matching ladies, he getting gravy
Swear he know God 'cause he's no longer broke
Hate to see the look in his eyes when he die and don't float, whoa
My homeboys said they stuck in they ways
And they can't see that changing no time soon
Tuck the heat and start puffing away
Aware of the danger, but they don't see it like I do
They don't see it like I do
Chilling on the sides of a king, the lies what they bring
Hearts cold, blacker than night, they eyes full of sin
It's so grim, hearts get snatched from hardly flesh, yeah
Fisher of men, patchy souls and my net's clear
There's no fear; light beaming through these last days
I'm broadcasting live, clash with that sin state
It's Christ first while y'all scurry through that rat race
I don't even play around; you snakes get the gas face
Yeah, they tell me dawg you on that soft path
I tell them, look around, you headed for that wrong wrath
But y'all don't hear me though; tell em get they minds right
Saying I'm a killjoy; you sick; ill, boy
But I got that Medicaid
I take the pain like a IV
Homie we die D, call it daily
Off that peace talk, they like "F you, pay me"
I call that weak talk, homie bless you; praise He
My homeboys said they stuck in they ways
And they can't see that changing no time soon
Tuck the heat and start puffing away
Aware of the danger, but they don't see it like I do
They don't see it like I do