Ransom, Ché Noir - There Will Be Blood lyrics

Look, I grew up poor but didn't dream poor
I always seen more while peekin'
Through bullet holes in my screen door
Always haunted me when they scream more
I've seen extreme gore
Been in more wars than most of marine corps
Yeah, fuck you postin' a meme for?
Shit, we win and check out my team score
Who ever thought I'd make the age of forty?
After Pain & Glory
I was still hidin' work and
Guns in a jean drawer (Woo)
Ironically, I was cookin'
Was servin' fiends raw done seen chalk
Talkin' too dirty'll get you cleaned off
Serene thoughts
Mind over matter although I seem lost
Supreme boss
Invested in tech and makin' machines talk
(Bla-ouw) this how the game's played
Rewind and analyze throughout my brainwaves
I used to fantasize about cocaine raids
In the booth you can hear my chain wave
Whippin' a foreign how we remain slaves
Play it back and I scream more (yeah)

It's feelin' like we at a crossroads
(Crossroads) i hope we all grow
(All grow)
Pour out some liquor for these lost souls
(yeah)
I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw)
And I'm on tour so (Tour so)
Don't run up on me like you lost bro (Nah)
It's feelin' like we at a crossroads
(Crossroads) i hope we all grow
(All grow)
Pour out some Louie for these lost souls
(yeah)
I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw)
And I'm on tour so (Tour so)
I pray that 12 don't get us all bro (Nah)

Look, I had a dream to see loot
Frustrated teens just turn to
Casualties on the news
From where if you ain't eat at home
You had to eat it at school
Back when mama filled my face
With vaseline before school
It was hard, we used to
Struggle with no heat, we were stressed
The couch or floor was your bed
Gotta sleep fully dressed
Just a minor by the time you
Took ya feet off the steps
Now a gat you gotta keep by ya bed, nigga
Pistol like, trigger finger, aim
Spray ya head
Concrete where he laid and bled
Shoot his ass again in case he playin' dead
All my shooters got Jamaican dreads
On your head I place a bet
If you ain't got my money, bitch
I'm takin' heads
Most of these niggas panic in war
I got a plan from the Lord
To help me handle a storm
I watched niggas take a seat and
Wave they hand to report
Pointin' fingers like a poster of
Uncle Sam in the port, damn

It's feelin' like we at a crossroads
(Crossroads) i hope we all grow
(All grow)
Pour out some liquor for these lost souls
(yeah)
I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw)
And I'm on tour so (Tour so)
Don't run up on me like you lost bro (Nah)
It's feelin' like we at a crossroads
(Crossroads) i hope we all grow
(All grow)
Pour out some Louie for these lost souls
(yeah)
I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw)
And I'm on tour so (Tour so)
I pray that 12 don't get us all bro (Nah)