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******[intro] |
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as i get a little older, i realize life is perspective |
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and my perspective may differ from yours |
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i wanna say thank you to everyone thats been down with me |
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all my fans, all my beautiful fans |
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anyone whos ever gave me a listen, all my people |
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[verse 1] |
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i come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor |
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rebellious and margielasll chip you for designer |
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belt buckles and clout, overzealous if prone to violence |
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make the wrong turn, be it will or the wheel alignment |
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residue burned, mist of the inner-city |
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miscommunication to keep homi detective busy |
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no protection is risky |
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desensitized, i vandalized pain, covered up and camouflaged |
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get used to hearin arsenal rain |
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analyze, risk your life, take the charge |
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homies done fucked your baby mama once you hit the yard, thats culture |
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twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called |
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said your lil nephew was shot down, the cultures involved |
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i done seen niggas do seventeen, hit the halfway house |
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get out and get his brains blown out, lookin to buy some weed |
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car wash is played out, new gofundme accountsll proceed |
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a brand-new victimll shatter those dreams, the culture |
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[chorus: kendrick lamar & marvin gaye] |
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(i want, i want, i want, i want) |
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but i want you to want me too (i want, i want, i want, i want) |
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i want the hood to want me back (i want, i want, i want, i want) |
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i want the hood |
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look what i done for you (look what i done for you) |
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look what i done for you |
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[verse 2] |
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i said id do this for my culture |
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to let yall know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof rover |
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in my mamas sofa was a doo-doo popper |
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hair trigger, walk up closer, aint no photoshoppin |
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friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets |
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no option if you froze up, always play the offense |
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niggas goin to work and sellin work, late for work |
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workin late, prayin for work, but he on paperwork |
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thats the culture, point the finger, promote ya |
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remote location, witness protection, they gon hold ya |
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the streets got me fucked up, yall can miss me |
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i wanna represent for us |
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new revolution was up and movin |
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im in argentina wiping my tears full of confusion |
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water in between us, another peers been executed |
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history repeats again |
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make amends, then find a nigga with the same skin to do it |
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but thats the culture, crack a bottle |
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hard to deal with the pain when youre sober |
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by tomorrow, we forget the remains, we start over |
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thats the problem |
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our foundation was trained to accept whatever follows |
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dehumanized, insensitive |
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scrutinize the way we live for you and i |
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enemies shook my hand, i can promise ill meet you |
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in the land where no equal is your equal |
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never say i aint told ya, nah |
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in the land where hurt people hurt more people |
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fuck callin it culture |
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[chorus: kendrick lamar & marvin gaye] |
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(i want, i want, i want, i want) |
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but i want you to want me too (i want, i want, i want, i want) |
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i want the hood to want me back (i want, i want, i want, i want) |
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i want the hood |
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look what i done for you (look what i done for you) |
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look what i done for you |
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[interlude] |
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take the drums out |
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phew, phew |
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phew, phew |
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phew |
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[verse 3] |
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celebrate new life when it come back around |
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the purpose is in the lessons we learnin now |
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sacrifice personal gain over everything |
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just to see the next generation better than ours |
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i wasnt perfect, the skin i was in had truly suffered |
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temptation and patience, everything that the body nurtures |
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i felt the good, i felt the bad, and i felt the worry |
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but all-in-all, my productivity had stayed urging |
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face your fears, always knew that i would make it here |
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where the energy is magnified and persevered |
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consciousness is synchronized and crystal-clear |
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euphoria is glorified and made his |
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reflectin on my life and what i done |
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paid dues, made rules, change outta love |
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them same views made schools change curriculums |
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but didnt change me starin down the barrel of that gun |
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should i feel resentful i didnt see my full potential? |
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should i feel regret about the good that i was into? |
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everything is everything, this aint coincidental |
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i woke up that morning with more heart to give you |
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as i bleed through the speakers, feel my presence |
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to my brother, to my kids, im in heaven |
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to my mother, to my sis, im in heaven |
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to my father, to my wife, i am serious, this is heaven |
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to my friends, make sure you countin them blessings |
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to my fans, make sure you make them investments |
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and to the killer that sped up my demise |
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i forgive you, just know your souls in question |
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i seen the pain in your pupil when that trigger had squeezed |
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and though you did me gruesome, i was surely relieved |
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i completed my mission, wasnt ready to leave |
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but fulfilled my days, my creator was pleased |
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i cant stress how i love yall |
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i dont need to be in flesh just to hug yall |
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the memories recollect just because yall |
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celebrate me with respect |
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the unity we protect is above all |
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and sam, ill be watchin over you |
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make sure my kids watch all my interviews |
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make sure you live out our dreams we produce |
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keep that genius in your brain on the move |
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and to my neighborhood, let the good prevail |
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make sure them babies and them leaders outta jail |
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look for salvation when troubles get real |
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cause you cant help the world until you help yourself |
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and i cant blame the hood the day that i was killed |
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yall had to see it, thats the only way to feel |
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and though my physical wont reap the benefits |
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the energy that carry on emits still |
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i want you |