Seasons change There's still time for us to run away Seasons change There's still time for us to run away Seasons Seasons There's still time for us to run away Seasons There's still time for us to run away Seasons There's still time for us to run away Poverty, jealousy, negativity Tongue-tied, go away Poverty, jealousy, negativity Tongue-tied, go away Far away I cry when lil' bruh die God, watch the sun rise Wiggle on them if it's one time They done hung all of my people I love all of my people I'm in the slums with all of my people They try to tell us that we all equal We get no justice so it ain't peaceful They can bluff you, they can beat you Paid attorney, we gon' need it Mama told me they was demons She ain't never lied on her Jesus She worked her ass off just to beat us I used to tap in with all the teachers They wouldn't teach you nothing, it's no secret A whole lot of crime, a lot of beefing We gotta keep it or end up a victim Trapped in the system, trafficking drugs Modern day slavery, African thugs We go to war for this African blood We go to war for this African blood When I put this on, it was all out of love You was disloyal, can't call it no love Poverty, jealousy, negativity Tongue-tied, go away Go away Go away Season change, you know we off the stove With it, we stove with it, know we gon' get it Season change, dodging cops, around and getting locked You ain't never coming home with it Look, my die came from the sewer, don't know my past You ain't come from a newer, you see reason And you see L.A., but I ain't come from nowhere Just know all my, we struggle for it Have to hustle for it, cry puddles for it My pops watch his sister get locked for it I don't see my, get knocked for it Like, give me that I carry the llama like a piggyback I carry my city like guilt that ain't got no forgiveness No way out, *, we locked in the system Catch a case and they not gon' forgive ya White skin, you be out before Christmas Don't you miss eight of those days Tears from it, had to pray those days, had to slave those days Then we had to hit up a couple hood giveaways those days Thank God for every inch that he gave us Thank God for everything cause he made us Like when that car hit the block, block, block Hit the homie, but we made it to E.R. and he saved us Thinking that he could've died We was praying to the sky and his mama crying rivers Healed up, but tough luck, he tried to give revenge Had to drop bullets, popped and they killed him Worst part is they sound so familiar