Текст песни GPS (direction?) - Wheal

I need to let my soul breathe for a minute
See my conscience is choking
Done OD'd on dreams, now nobody's as dope as me and my city, show me what dope is
My uncles told me what dope is
My mama showed me what hope is
Now I want dollars, say
I need more knowledge, now I go to college and
To no surprise, I'm still trapped in this blank space
Could've sold crack if I wanted to be an inmate
You welcomed us here with open arms
And then you lock us up inside these here walls and tell me
Do everything except for what I love
And I lose all my time and no progress is won
I mean, my mind is mine, so let me be free, sir
In us, we trust, we put it right on the T-shirt
I disrespect authority, but respect me, sir
Slavery ended, you ain't no master to me, sir

We never know which way it's gon' go
But we move like we know
Our every move can get dough
Just gotta find our groove and we gone, gone

Refrain from gangbanging, see we arrange our lives to never upset our angels
Stroll streets with no peace, I'll give a piece of my mind
But just know, my hood instincts never get left behind
Take life at different angles
Keep my dogs close so them po-po don't be tryna detain 'em
Never wanna be famous, I just wanna create
And make sure me and mine never see section 8
I'm in a race with race, and a race with fate
I know them pale folks be nervous when they see my face
I know a few who love me as if I was their own
And it's my word, I won't forget em when the homies got the throne I mean, I
I could be arrogant with it and say I hate all of you niggas, but that wouldn't be Christian
And I would be no better than the people that hung us
Invite 'em into my life and let em become us

We never know which way it's gon' go
But we move like we know
Every move can get dough
Just gotta find our groove and we

On homie, I can see the goals now they in, arms reach
And you would never see the boy getting cold feet
Now let me elevate your mind help you broaden your investments
Travelled miles with these rhymes, I'm just checking off my checklist, yeah
The homie Coast had said it best
See we could settle for gold, but where's the value in that?
We need a platinum award for making something out of nothing
Wait
Life's a movie, I get foolish when I direct
I don't believe in stress, but I confess
I worry about the future too much, like Roc, what's next?
I confess, I ain't been responding to texts, yeah
But that's just how it gets when you unimpressed with having loans on your plate when
You craving steak and cops got your life hanging onto their waistband
Nobody guaranteed a nigga's safety, forget about them pigs, I'm tryna bring home the bacon

We never know which way it's gon' go
But we move like we know
Every move can get dough
Just gotta find our groove and we
We never know which way it's gon' go
But we move like we know
Every move can get dough
Just gotta find our groove and we gone, gone