Lyrics This Generation - Murs & Fashawn feat. Adrian

I came out the gate, 1988
Pops was out to skate
Momma said she was late
Still Even with his absence I had to adjust
With the madness grew up
A little quicker than your average
Let me taste cause I ain't had none
A young black kid
Brainwashed by rap and rock
VCRs, I had the Magnivox
Back in high school, we had the campus locked
Non grad, didn't have to drop out but
We needed something to believe in
When we were living for the weekend
Teacher said we wouldn't be shit
Not bad for some heathens

Thanks for the lack of faith
In judging what I do
Ain't nothing I can say
What can I tell to you

They say we ain't playing with a full deck
They let us down, why they upset
Nothing but the naked truth, I feel undressed
21 gun salute for young vets
Rodney King did what he had to
Now these white girls get to date black dudes
Shorty's into rosaries and rap feuds
Young niggas with snapbacks and tattoos
We fast food, sell a lot of kush
If you rap dude, getting hella push
Missed the Reagan era, but we got Bush
Talking 'bout the same spot that Barack took
My generation on some other shit
Getting faded while we waiting on the mothership
And not dependent on the government
To teach this generation how to love again

We used to read guns and ammo
Crack cocaine left the hood in shambles
On the streets of Lynwood
Gang bang insane, the gang was in hood
Piru, crip
Don't ever let your Jheri curl drip
When the winters don't end
When the homie's big brother just shot his best friend
Hit him right through the chest
At the school, at the crib, playing Russian roulette
And you wonder why we do what we do for the set
Any given moment homie, you could be next
It's what we do for respect
Cause this generation got a noose on its neck
We let it all hang out
Society wouldn't let us in so we banged out