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letra de water - chad jones

[intro]

[verse: chad jones]
these streets need water purer than fiji
thirsty for life with god i keep seeing
bruh i gotta do something, maybe if they know someone
not me not you, but the truth uh huh
i was raised in the same place they come from
my heart and my soul trade places blood
trace statements i made and you can paint with love
god save my state, man its cold in the glove
oh lord
oh lord
why we had to grow up
duckin from the pistol
i had to keep my head on a swivel
cuz gunru the murder mitten body bag central
bullets bus through ya di-ges-tive sys-tem
with the kids and mrs frizzle
it coulda been mine or your mamas cryin at the vigil
loud mouths slumped giving interviews
to the boys in blue
got ya dumb self shot at chicken coop
south east and the north
terrain in the streets no sheeps, carnivores
fear was at my i neck no chokin on my steak
but i couldn’t swallow pride it was piled up on my plate
thank god im so glad, that i had a long temper
razor blade serrated straight sharper than ninja blenders
thats christmas trees and winter blizzards for business ventures
not the seasons, seasoned g’s feed dependents
friend of the court was the black man’s enemy
child support got him knocked, locked, not the flippin keys
let me vent, some of this law type racist
my brothers gettin 10 the first bid cuz of the faces
black!
labeled at risk at six send him to slow cl-ss
yall ain’t teach him nothing all of sudden now its no p-ss?
was it wrong when i lived it? was it so bad?
now its wrong cuz i spit from my note pad?
yep!
got em coach, yellin wet from the arch
homey aimin for the league but he drafted by the park
he ain’t have no other plans besides hoopin aside kobe
look at his eyes focused, dog its so hopeless
only goal he was told even possible
man school was just another boring obstacle
now he 30 and he still stealin’ bicycles
keep up im tryna keep it a thousand wit u
he ain’t see his dream like mlk
hate engulfed him in that hood like the kkk
once he failed it was cool let them ak’s spray
wait wait, imma run it back ok
i said he ain’t see his dream like mlk, (k)
hate engulfed him in that hood like the kkk, (k)
once he failed it was cool let them ak’s spray
no sharing ml’s fate he grabbed his choppa by the window to wait
boom boom boom
boom boom boom

[outro]

- chad jones

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