Trauma

Album: Championships (2018)
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  • Used to be a dreamer
    Dreamin' of a fire

    Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale
    It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail
    On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well
    They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
    And even worst, my judge black don't wanna see me do well
    It's either that or black people for sale
    Gave me two to four years like, "Fuck your life, meet me in hell"
    And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider
    Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us
    For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya
    Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
    This where the so-called "real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes
    And that's your phone time, if you ain't got no money, you ain't online
    Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime
    Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em
    Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon be a cold summer
    Your son trappin' and your homie givin' O's to him
    And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him
    And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
    And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya
    They want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck
    My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect
    And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check
    We still niggas though, what you expect?

    I just won
    I was on the corner with the reefa
    And they got us warring for our freedom
    See my brother blood on the pavement
    How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
    Uhh, trauma
    When them drugs got a hold of your mama
    And the judge got a hold on your father
    Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

    Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
    They shot that boy 20 times when they could've told him just freeze
    Could've put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
    The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
    That's what the old lady said when she screamed
    This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
    And in the 13th amendment, it don't say that we kings
    They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
    They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team
    And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (Stay woke)
    If you don't stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something
    And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you'd prolly be killed
    But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
    Kill your account, look where money get spilled
    Check it, and they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
    Kill your account, look where money get spilled

    I just won
    I was on the corner with the reefa
    And they got us warring for our freedom
    See my brother blood on the pavement
    How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
    Uhh, trauma
    When them drugs got a hold of your mama
    And the judge got a hold on your father
    Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

    How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail
    Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail
    I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale
    Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
    Watching a black woman take my freedom
    Almost made me hate my people
    When they label you felon, it's like they telling you they not equal
    11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy
    23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
    I'm on a jail call, tryna explain it to my baby
    I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe
    Trauma

    I just won
    I was on the corner with the reefa
    And they got us warring for our freedom
    See my brother blood on the pavement
    How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
    Uhh, trauma
    When them drugs got a hold of your mama
    And the judge got a hold on your father
    Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
    Uhh, trauma Writer/s: Donald E. Cannon, Larrance Levar Dopson, Les Holroyd, Robert Rihmeek Williams
    Publisher: Peermusic Publishing, SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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