JACARANDA

When the news ain’t never new
And there ain’t much left to do, I wonder why
When there’s flowers left to bloom
But they picked em way to soon
I cry why, but what’s there left to do?
Watch them sit by as they make a move
And let us die?
Tired of fighting my way through
They beat us till we black and blue
Live your life without a clue
Of anything I go through
It could be me, it could be him, it could be us
Tired of fighting my way through
They beat us till we black and blue
Live your life without a clue
Of anything I go through
It could be me, it could be him, it could be us
Fighting for the family and the homies
Fight for things they taught me growing up
Fight the feeling that I’m not enough
Fight for you to love just who you love
Fighting just to be just who we are
Hate within is how we grow apart
I hope it don’t end before it starts
I hope it don’t end before it…
Tired of fighting my way through
They beat us till we black and blue
Live your life without a clue
Of anything I go through
It could be me, it could be him, it could be us
Tired of fighting my way through
They beat us till we black and blue
Live your life without a clue
Of anything I go through
It could be me, it could be him, it could be us
Tired of fighting my way through
They beat us till we black and blue
Live your life without a clue
Of anything I go through
It could be me, it could be him, it could be us
Tired of fighting my way through
They beat us till we black and blue
Live your life without a clue
Of anything I go through
It could be me, it could be him, it could be us