作词 : J. Cole

编曲 : J. Cole

Yeah, uh

Uh, yea

Yea, uh

Fayettenam, *****

Hahaah uh

Carolina, *****

Yeah, Yea, let's bring it in

Yea, this is for my *****s in the struggle

Yea, this is for my *****s in the struggle

Uh, uh, uh

Nothing but sweat, tears

Just another perspective

Yeah

Yo, uh

Lifestyles of the young, black and genius

Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans

And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus, (yea)

Play where killers hung at and slung crack for leisure

And tell a ***** run that get gun clap for sneakers

Young *****s emulate what's coming out the speakers

So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers

Cause if we can't relate, then how the hell you gonna reach us?

Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers, (yea) Who am I trusting?

No time to think about illegal when your stomachs touching

By any means, *****, even if the gun is busting

I see the world for what it is now

I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now

Cause, uh, it wasn't set up for my people to rise, (yea)

My *****s slang, but I see the pain deep in they eyes

*****s living like they don't give a ****

And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up! (live it up)

The things that I've seen, (seen)

The dreams that I dream, (dream)

The rain in my sky

The pain in my eyes

But know that it gets better baby

Hope that it gets better baby

Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw

Don't let them break you, (you)

Yea, uh

I look up in the sky, see that ghetto bird circling

And rollers on the block, my *****s on the curb, cursing them, (****)

Another day in the ville, do I stay in and chill? (no)

Or go play in the field?

Help my mother paying these bills, you tell me, *****!

We young, black, some strapped

Them whites got they lunch pack for school, we had our guns packed

And all a ***** wanna do is take his momma from that

But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back

You kill a ***** over beef and cheddar even better

Just one less **** they won't have to arrest soon

**** a crooked cop three times

*****, I'm getting cake and ain't a ***** finna eat mine

That's why a ***** looking like a street sign, (yea)

Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time

Wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind, (why)

Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my *****s still cursin em

Another day in the city, my *****s say it with me, yea!

The things that I've seen, (seen)

The dreams that I dream, (dream)

The rain in my sky

The pain in my eyes

But know that it gets better baby

Hope that it get better baby

Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw

Don't let them break you, (you)