Kuniva - Pawns in the Game lyrics
[Kuniva - Pawns in the Game lyrics]
We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out
Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out
Diss tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget
Blood stains
If we could only put our paper
Together and make a change
Destroying the real and rebuild, one
Brick at a time, re-arrange
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
It's a shame
We gotta wake up and' realize that
We're all pawns in the game
It's kinda funny how we get in this
Game thinkin' we got it made
Somehow the person we used to be
Just up and got away
All you hear is "'Keepin' it
Gangsta"'' and "'Keep it real"'
How stupid did I feel when I
Found it wasn't about skill
But about the label you're reppin'
How you market your deal
If I would a known from the beginning
Then I would a been winnin'
I would a been grinnin'
Wheels would a been spinnin'
We never stop to look at ourselves
We blame our problems on other people
But look at us, we're crooked ourselves
We can't even get invited to nuthin'
Without the fightin' and fussin'
Police come with pepper spray
Cussin' and hand-cuffin'
Our little pride won't allow
Us to step aside, or let it slide
And we forgot the meaning of l'Let it ride'
And they don't even care
They just let us die
Just another dead rapper's CD
That you steady by (We ready, rise)
We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out
Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out
Diss tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget
Blood stains
If we could only put our paper
Together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time
Re-arrange
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
It's a shame
We gotta wake up an' realize that
We're all pawns in the game
I've fallen victim to my demon's myself
I'm being honest
I needed guidance, I used to turn
To the weed and chronic
A product of my environment
My gun I would polish
Instead of knowledge or opting for
College I chose violence
But times change, they think I'm going soft
I guess my stress got-at-me-the-goodie-mob's
Thought process
And it was like Jerome standing in
Front of me with a mirror
I didn't like what I saw
But now I see things clearer
And we're flirtin' with the wages of sin
And mentally we're all locked up
And physically they're cagin' us in
Cause we dyin' over a block
Dyin' over a street
People in the Gulf Coast is
Dyin' for something to eat
I ain't here to preach about rap beef
It's not that deep
Fuck your hot-16's, shit's not that sweet
Everybody say they grown-ass men
Ready to fight the power
But we can't even fight
Our problems lurkin' within
We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out
Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out
Diss tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget
Blood stains
If we could only put our paper
Together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time
Re-arrange
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
It's a shame
We gotta wake up an' realize that
We're all pawns in the game
Look at the neighbourhood you grew up in
And tell me the truth
It gets worse about a year
Everybody's ready to shoot
We can't disguise the fact
We're dropping like flies
And that's the reason it hurts to
Look in my nephew's eyes
That bullet that hit his back
Left his legs without feelin'
So hopefully he gon' walk again
If it's god's willin'
It's killin' a piece of my soul
He's only 17 years old
So late night I'm up, letting the tears roll
It's so ironic
Cause the place I played as a child
Was the same place he caught a bullet
And laid on the ground
Now tell me, who is it to blame for that?
The little guy who pulled the trigger
Or the older cats who gave him the gat?
The cycle continues from day to day
I pray the lord will make a way to take the
Hate away from us breaking-away-er's
Our common-sense and intellect
We respect disrespect
We our biggest threat and we
Don't even get it yet (It's a shame)
We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out
Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out
Diss tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget
Blood stains
If we could only put our paper
Together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time
Re-arrange
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
It's a shame
We gotta wake up an' realize that
We're all pawns in the g-
Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out
Diss tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget
Blood stains
If we could only put our paper
Together and make a change
Destroying the real and rebuild, one
Brick at a time, re-arrange
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
It's a shame
We gotta wake up and' realize that
We're all pawns in the game
It's kinda funny how we get in this
Game thinkin' we got it made
Somehow the person we used to be
Just up and got away
All you hear is "'Keepin' it
Gangsta"'' and "'Keep it real"'
How stupid did I feel when I
Found it wasn't about skill
But about the label you're reppin'
How you market your deal
If I would a known from the beginning
Then I would a been winnin'
I would a been grinnin'
Wheels would a been spinnin'
We never stop to look at ourselves
We blame our problems on other people
But look at us, we're crooked ourselves
We can't even get invited to nuthin'
Without the fightin' and fussin'
Police come with pepper spray
Cussin' and hand-cuffin'
Our little pride won't allow
Us to step aside, or let it slide
And we forgot the meaning of l'Let it ride'
And they don't even care
They just let us die
Just another dead rapper's CD
That you steady by (We ready, rise)
We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out
Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out
Diss tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget
Blood stains
If we could only put our paper
Together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time
Re-arrange
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
It's a shame
We gotta wake up an' realize that
We're all pawns in the game
I've fallen victim to my demon's myself
I'm being honest
I needed guidance, I used to turn
To the weed and chronic
A product of my environment
My gun I would polish
Instead of knowledge or opting for
College I chose violence
But times change, they think I'm going soft
I guess my stress got-at-me-the-goodie-mob's
Thought process
And it was like Jerome standing in
Front of me with a mirror
I didn't like what I saw
But now I see things clearer
And we're flirtin' with the wages of sin
And mentally we're all locked up
And physically they're cagin' us in
Cause we dyin' over a block
Dyin' over a street
People in the Gulf Coast is
Dyin' for something to eat
I ain't here to preach about rap beef
It's not that deep
Fuck your hot-16's, shit's not that sweet
Everybody say they grown-ass men
Ready to fight the power
But we can't even fight
Our problems lurkin' within
We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out
Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out
Diss tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget
Blood stains
If we could only put our paper
Together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time
Re-arrange
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
It's a shame
We gotta wake up an' realize that
We're all pawns in the game
Look at the neighbourhood you grew up in
And tell me the truth
It gets worse about a year
Everybody's ready to shoot
We can't disguise the fact
We're dropping like flies
And that's the reason it hurts to
Look in my nephew's eyes
That bullet that hit his back
Left his legs without feelin'
So hopefully he gon' walk again
If it's god's willin'
It's killin' a piece of my soul
He's only 17 years old
So late night I'm up, letting the tears roll
It's so ironic
Cause the place I played as a child
Was the same place he caught a bullet
And laid on the ground
Now tell me, who is it to blame for that?
The little guy who pulled the trigger
Or the older cats who gave him the gat?
The cycle continues from day to day
I pray the lord will make a way to take the
Hate away from us breaking-away-er's
Our common-sense and intellect
We respect disrespect
We our biggest threat and we
Don't even get it yet (It's a shame)
We party 'n' bullshit, gunshots ring out
Pop cris, sip mo, smoke weed, hang out
Diss tracks, Cadillacs, iced out, wood grains
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget
Blood stains
If we could only put our paper
Together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild, one brick at a time
Re-arrange
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
It's a shame
We gotta wake up an' realize that
We're all pawns in the g-