murs
gbkw (god bless kanye west)
He's running for his life The fucked up thing is, this happens every other night They see him comin', they like, "wassup cuz?" He in his uniform from Target so they sayin' he's a blood They know he ain't bangin', they do it for entertainment Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him Heart racin', 'round the corner then he trip That's when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click  And every day he puts his backpack on His headphones in and he plays that song And now he doesn't feel so alone Walkin' out the door, he pray to God he make it home And he just want to make it home A young black man tryna make it on his own All this craziness going on He's just trying to survive but they saying that he's wrong  So God bless Kanye West And every other brother of color that's under stress They wanna make you feel like you are less Even though you didn't make it, gotta deal with this mess Hold your head, and always do your best It's a long race, you gotta pace your steps And remember that you are blessed It's because God loves us that he puts us to the test  He's running for his life The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice This time the eses, bald head and tattoos Mad 'cause he datin' they cousin and he a black dude Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people High off sherm so they don't give a shit They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip  And every day he puts his backpack on His headphones in and he plays that song And now he doesn't feel so alone Walkin' out the door, he pray to God he make it home And he just want to make it home A young black man tryna make it on his own All this craziness going on He's just trying to survive but they saying that he's wrong  We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long Can't seem to find a way for us all to get along It's like they the new Marvin Gaye, what's goin' on?  So God bless Kanye West And every other brother of color that's under stress They wanna make you feel like you are less Even though you didn't make it, gotta deal with this mess Hold your head, and always do your best It's a long race, you gotta pace your steps And remember that you are blessed It's because God loves us that he puts us to the test  He's running for his life The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don't run!" And that might sound easy, but you see he's got a gun You know he ain't tryna be on no tough shit But every single night he was tired of gettin' fucked with He dropped the gun and it let off a shot So they returned fire as he ran down the block This is a story with three different plots In any of the three the hero could've been shot Who really did the shooting don't matter a whole lot Either way a young man was gunned down on his block And now he laying in the hospital After all these years of dodging so many obstacles It don't matter if I tell you who's responsible It sucks that we're living in a world where this is possible