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letra de what it is. - jg

[hook.]
tell me what a n-gga really gotta do to live
(to live, to die, what it is, to live, to die, what it is)
yeah, yo
when every time i look in the mirror, i ain’t sh-t
(ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’ n-gga)
my girl said she tryna call it quits
and my momma told me that i ain’t a kid…
can somebody really tell me what it is? yo
can somebody give a sign?
yo, yo
tell me what a n-gga really gotta do to die
(to live to die what it is, to live, to die, what it is)
yeah, yo
when everyday i look in the mirror, i wanna cry
(ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’ n-gga)
so many n-ggas that’s living up in the sky…
brother, i ain’t even get to say bye
can somebody really tell a n-gga why? yo
can somebody give a sign?

[verse one.]
yo, yo
from the grave, to the gravel, and shadows above
i ask the world “is this the last of us?”
my n-gga just died for some sneakers
d-mn
i wonder if this life is still meaningful
d-mn
this is just the hand that we’re dealt with
and we’re supposed to fend for ourselves
sh-t
i’m looking for some closure
i’m hopeful, but are we really hopeless?
focus:
a woman gives birth to a boy, 8 ounces, february 12th;
product of herself
is he deadweight?
can he really help
the ways
of the world
when the gates go to h-ll?
…i can’t tell
nah
you never know now
we’re just images of the media, face down like
“here lies he, here lies she, here lies you,”
not here lies me, cause here lies the truth
understand that

[hook.]

[verse two.]
yo, yo
an educated young man who done seen the
rich gentleman
and the poor n-ggas and spics
we aint sh-t!
and i say it proudly
cause we’re supposed to stay in our surroundings
where there’s hood n-ggas that got style;
ain’t got the budget
rich n-ggas that act foul;
cherishing nothin’
i ain’t one of the two, see me
in this discussion, i am
one of the brothers stuck under the puzzle, i ain’t budging
..cause it’s nothin’, it’s nothin’
a white man off for a murder:
fireworks popping off like percussion
right in front of a place i call home…
same time we k!llin’ our own people
so we can argue and bicker for that sh-t
but understand that the situations are equal
and we ain’t doin’ nothin’ ’bout it
hoody on for the lil’ n-gga, but we’re still catching bodies and counting
leaves me to believe that even when i’m really shouting the truth
i’m parting the seas, we’re still drowning
i’m watching my soul leave the body
unwind with time and unblind the blinded
come fly with i, survive or be mindless
yo, we gon’ show the world where we found this

[hook.]

- jg

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