P.T.S.Deep

Why should we start caring about the ghetto when the ghetto don’t not even care
about themselves
Every time i see another black body that has died most of the time it’s just
another thug off the street
Well start caring about the lives of those in the ghetto when they start having
some accountability for themselves
VERSE ONE:
Yea Yea Yea
Yea I’m here for a real reason/
N*gg*s grew up on my street but they no longer breathin/
Because they lived in the slums for the hustle
Tryna move heavy weight but never paid for any muscle/
I seen the block get lit like every day was the 4th/
Arguments bout the nicks led to partner gettin torched/
Boys in the hood then go to see a dead body/
And we actin like they numb cause they won’t mention it to mommy/
Vets go to war and come back and they get therapy
Street wars they only screaming Rest In Peace for bout a week/
Here now and gone Tomorrow and we barely shed a tear
F*ck all y’all we ignore feelings over here
Every Blah Blow used to it don’t hear a thing
Though it’s devastation when you hear the phone ring
The news said he died but we still don’t feel a thing
Conditioned to the violence so let me let the sample scream
Hook:
Stick up boys so reckless now I’m skeptical thinkin I’m next
Blessed be the playgrounds no longer for kids
Nobody can tell me that they haven’t had the same opportunity as people from
other areas to be successful
So I really don’t know what their problem is
Bodies droppin like flies bout every summer
This is comedy shit is stupid like it’s Dumb and Dumber
Jim Carrey the trey pound Jeff an Daniel both can up on a white shirt when
setup by they man but
Bullets get the dumpin and that is somebody son
That’s Laying on the pavement choking on they blood
As the family of a murder victim and a murderer
There’s mother at these funerals and babies missing out on love
White boys shoot the burbs up headline thick
Ghetto Black boy gettin bodied that’s a quick clip
How I go to school the next day when my friend dead
Killed in front of me what the f*ck you think is in my head
Nightmares cold sweats I don’t see an issue
N*gg*s die everyday B Rico take the tissue
So don’t speak about ya trauma just be quiet
Teenage black boy desensitized to violence
Hook:
Those in the ghetto are the reason that drugs is all in our communities
Suburbs and ghetto
They’re the reason why crime exists
They’re the reason why we have these issues when we say white lives matter
Black lives matter, it’s all on them
And they don’t wanna sit there and say that’s it’s not their fault
But one day they’re gonna have to wear that hat i promise you
Cops pull a trigger on us
Whites pull a trigger on us
We pull a trigger on us
Haven’t we all had enough
Everyday we witness the news and see that we dying fast
Then they tell us work toward a future not guaranteed to last
And we don’t have conversation we just hit the gram
RIP Post they comment emoji prayer hands
Them hashtags don’t bring ya loved ones back
Let’s turn these bars to Xanax I can barely relax
I was diagnosed with a panic disorder when I was 19
Didn’t know neglecting my grieving had really got to me
If I’m affected I know there’s millions who traumatized
Prolly won’t admit but black man I’m screaming through ya eyes
Repressed the Hurt and Pain you never speak about
Either way there comes time in ya life when it start leaking out
Big timer heaven knows get ya roll on
Can’t tell it’s hell when you been Livin in it so long