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mistah f.a.b. - war vibes lyrics

[chorus]
my city mainy, it got war vibes (war vibes)
these youngstas crazy, hear they war cries (war cries)
we at the bottom where the poor die (poor die)
i feel bad for these poor guys
my city mainy, it got war vibes (war vibes)
these youngstas crazy, hear they war cries (war cries)
we at the bottom where the poor die (poor die)
i feel bad for these poor guys (bad for these poor guys)

[verse 1]
good kid, i just wanna see the honor roll (yeah)
but it’s hard when them drugs what your mama on (your mama gettin’ high)
and you’re thuggin’ by yourself because your father gone
so you probably do the same thang your potnas on
smoke, drank, try to take away your pain
pistol on your lap for anyone try take away your chain
started hustlin’ got tired of your clothes bein’ put on layaway
mama dropped you off at granny house, said you would stay a day
ten years later, mama still ain’t came back
daddy ain’t paroled, mama still on crack
you against the world, in the hood you feel trapped
and it seems like god don’t answer prayers, where’s he at?

[verse 2]
granny gettin’ sick, she needed medication (that med)
dialysis ’cause she a diabetic patient (she in the bed)
i told the preacher that we livin’ life in revelations
he told me pray, i said, “i’m better off with meditation”
half of my family gettin’ high and they usin’ dope
granny paid her t-thes every week so she wouldn’t lose her soul
church still look bad, man, i wonder what they use it for
granny died, preacher charged me to pray at her funeral
that kinda thang made me lose faith
my mama died, i got depressed, i swear i lose weight
them dope boys where i was from made me wan’ move weight
but we was starvin’, stomach hurtin’, cause the food ate

- mistah f a b lyrics

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