The Problem Lyrics

Who I gotta call just to get a lil' help?
(The Problem)
Try'na move with it, can't do it by myself

(The Problem)
I ain't really gotta go seekin' no thrills
(The Problem)
Lookin' out the window, see it gettin' kinda real
(The Problem)
And they say I'm
Crazy for loosin' my mind

…Got me tip-toeing on the edge
(The Problem)
…Wanna talk to God, but I'm kinda scared
(The Problem)

If I could jump from the slave ship to a spaceship I sho' would
Cause me, I'm seeing things up to no good
Thinking' Rosewood
Wat'cha know good?
People in these lost places with these law cases
Shit is playing out in y'all favor, never our cases
A demonstration right in our faces
I'm fitting in with the faceless
History done disappeared traceless
Label me a murder case nameless
Wait to read the verdict just to free the murderers?
They claiming stand your ground
When you ain't never had no ground
To stand on, cause the place you call home, they can come and tear that down
Quick to put some nice shit and rase the prices and make it where you can't afford
And then make it like they discovered yo' shit
Ain't that's some ho shit (boy)
I'm in the shadow of the valley
With no plan, wanna rally
And a bunch of mad n****s round me
The can't quite express it profoundly
f*ck is these police on?
Theme song must be "Who Shot Ya"
Playin' victim, what you want an Oscar?
Grant me a pass, Mr. Officer
I'm face down in the main stream while you pull the trigger to my back
The Problem is that The Problem ain't rap
Can you help me art-iculate that?

Who I gotta call just to get a lil' help?
(The Problem)
Try'na move with it, can't do it by myself (The Problem)
I ain't really gotta go seekin' no thrills
(The Problem)
Lookin' out the window, see it gettin' kinda real
(The Problem)
And they say I'm
Crazy for loosin' my mind

…Got me tip-toeing on the edge
(The Problem)
…Wanna talk to God, but I'm kinda scared
(The Problem)

I got an itch that I can't scratch
Cause I can't reach cause I got
Both hands on a crack pipe
Strapped in for the fast life
Sorry that you asked
Things goin' kinda bad right-
Now for me but I'll make it
Long as the pusha man lookin' out for me
And things ain't been the same in my brain since the levies came down on me
And I ain't seen my baby ever since, let anotha' fix calm me down homie
And Bill O'Reilly don't know me but he blame
Hip hop for throwing black folks to the vultures
But the sex, drugs and the rock and roll get regarded as a part of culture

Who I gotta call just to get a lil' help?
(The Problem)
Try'na move with it, can't do it by myself
(The Problem)
I ain't really gotta go seekin' no thrills
(The Problem)
Lookin' out the window, see it gettin' kinda real
(The Problem)
And they say I'm
Crazy for loosin' my mind

…Got me tip-toeing on the edge
(The Problem)
…Wanna talk to God, but I'm kinda scared
(The Problem)

That ain't a fresh water fountain, that's a cesspool
That textbook might not have been the best food
School system pipeline to the prison system
Wanna throw my hand up, wanna holler "Who's listening"

They say I'm
Crazy for loosin' my mind
Got me started in my head, now it's in my soul
Think I need a hand, gettin' kinda cold

PEACE
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