Move To Mars-Pastor Troy

Now who the f**k wouldn't be f**ked up In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life A ni**a beats his wife, damn it's hurting me But I can't help her man The way this grind be working me Dodging the narc's, cop's pulling up they f**k with us 'Cause we on our corner, can't tell 'em what I wanna If I do I'ma gonna They leave put they just ride the block I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop Fake a** cops Why the f**k these niggas f**k with me Muthaf**ker, I'm the one that pay ya salary Don't get fired Green making me so tired Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me I know you could have been All I say is should have been F**k reminiscing ni**a How many hits ya getting So I can hit the house Try to smoke a ounce Let the w**d protect me From everything I see in this f**ked up reality I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all So I'm stuck to fearing of myself I'm nineteen going on death I should've left when I was born Cutting umbilical's The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein The pain make's me smoke the reefer Helps me relax It helps me really see this sh*t, I face the facts I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real Ni**a's is getting shot, ni**a's is getting killed But still nothing's done Questions asking me how can I sell to my people My people won't help me out I'm pissed but I can't pout Nothing change 'cause I'm mad Understand life comes and goes, so I guess it's a fad I often had to little, simulator my friend So you can't hate me or this game I'm in I have been with out a damn dime And it's f**ked up, 'cause it's happened more than one time Therefore I grind I find myself angry November 18, God let this world claim me Against my wishes But this is how a ni**a do ya Once ya born, it's like the Lord never knew ya, 'cause why 'Cause this hell, ya either sell or ya getting sold Like we some slaves Though they say that we free, it's the same sh*t today A better way, don't lie to me The realest ni**a, all I can see is reality God told me? I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all This world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all This world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all I've seen enough It's like I'm seeing the same sh*t again Nothing but thugs as friends Pretend it's cool Yeah, pretends it alright And this ni**a begged me for food for the third night, in a row I didn't know that my own was so hungry I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone To keep me from snapping I'm acting up on this songs The wrong damn ni**a, the wrong damn time The right brand of liquor, the right size dime I blaze and hit the hennesy And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me Reality I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all This world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess ...