Текст песни BLACK DEATH - Trevond

I remember two thousand
Had a lot to suffer
Going through the death
Of my grandmother
Year later witnessing
My own brother
Had to see depression
On my own mother
I wouldn't wish that pain
Upon any other
Always force a smile
Really just to cover
The pain and my demons
That fight with each other
Reliving my traumas
Man it does a number
Sometimes I think
About a deep slumber
That of which maybe
I'll never recover
To a better place
Like effects from an upper
Study my brain
You just might wonder
And look quite stunned
From what you discover
Ptsd collapsing infrastructure
And they died young
Like when I was younger
So I feel the hours rushing out Like Chris Tucker
I'm tryna get help man
I think about this often
Never know
When it's your turn in the coffin
Hanging with the angels
Like Sarah Mclachlan
And lonely was the kid
Like a nigga adopted
Is this really so bad
To where my heads gotten
I don't know but for now
I'll sit back
As I pour another shot
And sip the concoction

It's like black death
Swear it's like black death
Can't do all this pain
I can't take more
I've been steady knocking
On heavens door
It's like black death
Swear it's like black death

Back in O six
Junior high wise kid
While cousins
Was packing the sticks
Jewelry and fresh kicks
See balling was cool
Until he got swept
Like a draft pick
When that trigger went click
It's messed up
My hearts dealt
With the affliction
But it's crazy
Cause I could've ended up
In that position
Lately he's been up on my mind
So much that to get this pain out I write these compositions
And fuck these politicians
That don't help clean Communities up
Yeah my cousin got justice
It still ain't enough
What about the mothers
That gotta stay tough
Worried about they kids life
Will they get in cuffs
Is a crooked cop
Gonna get my son snuffed
No I ain't from the ghetto
But they show love
And back in the day
They brought in Mcgruff
To try and stop crime
Up in your own subdivision
What they is missing
The damage been done
There was no fixing
Project buildings
Ghetto fab living
Kid died at 14
Yo man you gotta be kidding
Over something small
Like dice game bidding
And over more than half
Face death or prison
Listen
Lets give us a different vision
Les get this hood
Plague diminished yeah

Can't do all this pain
I can't take more
I've been steady knocking
On heavens door
Can't take no more
Steady knock on heavens door