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bushie real - letter to the next generation lyrics

[intro]

“say young boy, next generation
lil brudda (say lil brudda!)
all the lil homies, you’re a king (you ain’t no gangsta, you’re a king!)
don’t do it the way we did it…” (foreal!)

“willing to die in streets and it’s all behind beef, or either
probably bout some money; a lot of potnas deceased
i wish i knew back then what i know right now.. (would’ve saved a lot of grief)

[chorus]

put down the guns
don’t need a weapon
pray for my brother don’t take from em’
no more steppin’

the streets ain’t where it’s safe to be
(nuh uhh)
gangsta ain’t the way to be
pushing weight and ducking beef
this can’t be the way of a king

clientеle lead to jail cells
gеt in that jam and only time will tell
the whole world laughed at ysl
so many your bruddas died right there
one after another, no time to heal
a lot you suffer when you still in the field

the streets show no love
can’t find a way out, it’s addictive like a drug
and it’s better ways now, you ain’t gotta be a thug
in the trenches for awhile now, i know you feeling stuck

[verse 1]

a chosen generation, can’t let the streets take em’
too many bruddas dying by the gun and no it ain’t fun when it’s time to bury one
plenty mothers grieving (they grieving)
somebody’s son
too many leaving and it’s all at once
when the streets bleeding ain’t n0body won (ain’t n0body won)

in this game we all p+wns
it ain’t no shame in running
who to blame when it’s all done?
you at war with more than one of them
can’t ignore that they wanna see you k!lled
looking over your shoulder every year
for a bag, you gone do just what it is
and it’s sad cause you never really live
kinda tragic how it really is
caught in traffic, shot in front the kids
for a couple of kilos he made a deal
now them problems they stack like shaquille o’neal

tell me is it worth it?
tell me if you certain
the streets a burden
that lifestyle is emerging

[chorus]

put down the guns
don’t need a weapon
pray for my brother don’t take from em’
no more steppin’

the streets ain’t where it’s safe to be
(it ain’t safe)
gangsta ain’t the way to be
(it ain’t the way)
pushing weight and ducking beef
this can’t be the way of a king

clientele lead to jail cells
get in that jam and only time will tell
the whole world laughed at ysl
so many your bruddas died right there
one after another, no time to heal
a lot you suffer when you still in the field
(say lil brudda!)
the streets show no love
can’t find a way out, it’s addictive like a drug
and it’s better ways now, you ain’t gotta be a thug
in the trenches for awhile now, i know you feeling stuck

[verse 2]

what’s it gone take?
for us to wake
wake up and realize that the love for the streets been the fakest
that gun don’t make you brave
and that money don’t make you great
this a game you don’t wanna play
seeing “rest in peace” everyday
tired of grieving your people always

jail house packed and the graveyard crowded
(yea!)
you can’t get back the ones ain’t make it out it
why you gotta prove you “bout it”?
too many bruddas left in the streets
that you can’t even count em
“another man down”, it’s too familiar now

willing to die in the streets and it ain’t no peace
( and it’s all behind beef)
too many t+shirts with “r.i.p”
plenty bodies dying, tired of the crying
lost souls flying
lost hope, ain’t n0body smiling

[chorus/outro]

put down the guns
don’t need a weapon
pray for my brother don’t take from em’
no more steppin’

the streets ain’t where it’s safe to be
(safe to be)
gangsta ain’t the way to be
pushing weight and ducking beef
this can’t be the way of a king

clientele lead to jail cells
get in that jam and only time will tell
the whole world laughed at ysl

so many your bruddas died right there
one after another, no time to heal
a lot you suffer when you still in the field
(say lil brudda!)
the streets show no love
can’t find a way out, it’s addictive like a drug
and it’s better ways now, you ain’t gotta be a thug
in the trenches for awhile now, i know you feeling stuck

- bushie real lyrics

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