paroles de chanson Chained - Enzo

Somebody let me know if it matters if it dont hurt
Somebody let me know if it matters if it dont work
See I, been through a lot yet put my peoples through worse
Just a nigga tryna balance out his gift with his curse, follow
Some tears fall as I put this together
I look back and think of all the shit I could′ve did better
But yet I understand that I can't earn if I dont learn
So I embrace every fuck up til it burn
Truth is life dont come with a blueprint
We slip then we get up, just keep your high king
Cause them folks tryna kill us for no reason at all
I got visions that I see from a far
He lost his life for being sleep in his car
Cause they claim to feel threatened
Yet they the ones with the weapon
I could be slumped on this pavement in a second with a bullet sitting in my brain
And though we all got different names
I cant help but think we all together chained Dang

How many is considered enough
How many til we nothing but dust
I ask God did he forget about us
Weathering through this storm
Everyday we got to pray to make it home
Cause we just tryna live
But y′all see how it is
They tell you dont resist yet they still unload the clip
How many more
How many more until we even the score
How many more until it happens to yours Good Lord

How many is considered enough
How many til we nothing but dust
I ask God did he forget about us
Weathering through this storm
Everyday we got to pray to make it home
Cause we just tryna live
But y'all see how it is
They tell you dont resist yet they still unload the clip
How many more
How many more until we even the score
How many more until it happens to yours

I had a homie that was working 2 jobs
One was overnight, the other was selling white to get his money up
Told me that his baby boy due at the end of the month
I dapped him up and said my nigga that's what′s up
He said yo when the next show I gotta come support you
And ima bring lil man and show him what I taught you
We laughed it up and then we went our separate ways
But never did I think that that would be our last exchange
In just a few days a nigga phone start to ring
I turn on the news and saw my nigga rich was slain
My niggas said the police profiled him in his range
They asked for ID and when he reached they let it ring
His lady she was with him she let out a hard scream
And now we got another broken home filled with pain I cant understand
And though we all got different names
I cant help but think we all together chained Dang

How many is considered enough
How many til we nothing but dust
I ask God did he forget about us
Weathering through this storm
Everyday we got to pray to make it home
Cause we just tryna live
But y′all see how it is
They tell you dont resist yet they still unload the clip
How many more
How many more until we even the score
How many more until it happens to yours Good Lord

How many is considered enough
How many til we nothing but dust
I ask God did he forget about us
Weathering through this storm
Everyday we got to pray to make it home
Cause we just tryna live
But y'all see how it is
They tell you dont resist yet they still unload the clip
How many more
How many more until we even the score
How many more until it happens to yours