Tom: A minor
Verse 1
Am
G
F
Em
Tell me, tell me
Am
Let me boast a rhyme about a
fool looking for street fame
Ugly, nice, sober,
F
introduced to this dope gang
Am
Looking up to all them
brothers in his hood
Cause he had no daddy,
tell him what he could and they should
G
Am
Straight raised around sex and bal ance
But not old enough to grab a
G
Homie never thought about
that one minute
Am
Teresa lookin' like a bug,
Am
Play like one and do like one
But he was scared like a motherfucker
And got a gun, sixteen,
and still on them streets
Movin' on the outside and got a
G -Ride
A fat black convertible
Beamer
Got connected through this
fat ass ice cream brother
F
Am
And that is when them cops
start jackin' for rocks
Put him down real quick,
Em
but he played slick now
Am
he be playing by the rules
Cause it's innocent jail,
Em
apply to those who fail
G
Moving in a negative state of mind
Am
Cause like you would die
in a land of crime
Now check
If I'm here today,
being gasped another day?
F
Am
If I'm here today,
being left another day?
F
Am
Going out like a crook is like a
one -way street
Brother tripping and slipping
Am
trying to make his own on the side
Like a ho, figured nobody would know
And as a no -no,
is everybody finna be correct?
And roll legit, and if you ain't,
Am
But he knew that they were looking for him
He tried to run and hide like
a petrified child
Questioned the days,
and he knew what was up
But the time caught him,
F
somebody capped on his foot
Am
As a matter of fact, they shot him 13 times
But destiny was fair,
F
he didn't die but got a wheelchair
Am
That's how it is, a lot of people be dying
Got their fingers on the triggers
of the shotgun crime
From the bottom to the top level of
Sprott
The whole world is a ghetto
If I'm here today,
F
being blessed another day?
F
Am
F
Am
being blessed another day?
Em
Am
It ain't no doubt, a brother try to knock another,
F
and look out for you, well they ain't never finna do it
Am
People be talking a whole bunch of nonsense,
Em
got a problem, but don't know how to solve it
G
Am
Town and jail, well that ain't nothing nice, only work,
Em
no play, doing the push -ups every day
G
I'm like a fool, straight locked in a cage,
Am
G
enrobed in a program, who gives a damn
Am
Surrounded by the steel
and the solid concrete
And when you get out,
F
there ain't no single job to keep
Am
Six million ways and days to die
It ain't no smiling faces,
no unified phrases
Em
G
And tag like a freak in a figure you do
Am
From the first day and all
Em
the way up to the grave
G
This is dedicated to them
people in the streets
Am
G
Mess around and get caught up in a sheet
will I be gone tomorrow?
F
Am
Am I here to stay?
Being blessed another day
F
Am
If I'm here today,
F
being blessed another day
Being blessed another day
F
Am
If I'm here today,
F
Am
F
Am
being lost another day?
Yeah
F
Am
If I'm here today,
do you know if I'll be gone tomorrow?
F
Am
Can you tell me?
Oh, I got to stay blessed so
F
Am
I can see another day
So yeah, yeah, oh
Oh
Come on
Can you tell me
Will I be gone?
Will you see me here?
Gotta stay blessed so I can
see another day
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
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