Big K.R.I.T. - Children of the World lyrics

Just in case you was wondering
I did make the beat

Yeah, cause we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same
That's the only rival gang
I'm just sitting here, praying to my father
Tired of today, forever scared of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow?
Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops
Cause college ain't free
Plus college ain't me sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain but
I'm too proud to ask take it all in stride
Teacher talking physics
And I just want to be fly
What good is a degree when
There's no jobs to apply?
And fast food won't do
Cause you overqualified
I'm feeling like hustling
Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting
Running in so much work, we school-bus it in
God and our wrist the only
Things we be trusting in all else fails
I'm in a casket like fuck it then
Either get rich or die poor
Nigga fell short and got jammed
But he tried though i'm pretty sure my first
Words were "survival"
Looking for the answers to my
Problems in the Bible
Cause we just (children of the world)
Try and decode all the secrets
My conversations with God always
Seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst
Like "we got to make this work"
My girl found time to leave me
Too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me like "What up
Ho?" i'm just bitter
I ain't asking what you fuck for
Thats disrespectful, I admit
I was just saying
If you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just (children of the world)
Guess I look up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wasn't wrong
But they had the freshest fit's
The cars and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for when
You ain't never had shit
I'm feeling like what the fuck
They want my soul like
My ancestors' ain't enough
If I can't trust my own government
Who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck?
Sure enough that'll be the day that the
Rubber bust or I have a kid
Deprived of all the things that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and
I was on some rapper shit
They gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but
They ain't after KRIT
I guess I didn't swag enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches
Couldn't brag enough
Bubba Kushy stupid loud pack, jet lag enough
Steady acting like I ain't had enough
Ten chains on your neck like
You ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times
I guess I ain't crash enough
On the track like a pusher of crack
Bag it up i tell these niggas to back it up
My bitch like scarves
Gave the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like
I ain't seeing the hate too fresh to death
I couldn't attend the wake
That's too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi where? He don't sound Southern
He be down cousin it's since '05, I swear
The game's a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell's a breath of fresh air
Yeah, fuck with me