Find Your Way
B.J. Crosby Lyrics

You see many of us lookin' for
There are many of us searching for something

Somethin' words can really not explain
Something that cannot be put into words

Yeah, although many of us come and go
Despite people leaving and coming

I always knew that I would find a way
I was confident about finding a solution

I put my city on my back
I took it upon myself to represent my city

Lookin' for another path
Searching for a different option

Too cold to catch a flu
The temperature is too low to get sick

Too hot to give a fuck
It's too intense to care

Too late to give it back
It's too far gone to return

Too high to come down
Too under the influence to sober up

Too wrong to be right
The situation is too flawed to fix

Too vert to get a 'lac
Too steep to drive a Cadillac

Too strapped to get attacked
Too low on resources to defend oneself from an attack

Too church for these slacks
The attire is too formal for the occasion

This the type of habitat
This is the environment we live in

Where thriving blacks hard to find where niggas at
Where it's difficult to find successful Black people

I got money on my head
There's a bounty on my life

Say my prayers, go to bed
I pray before going to sleep

Wind up dead, what I', thinkin'
I'm worried about ending up dead

Tryin' not to end up dead
Making an effort to stay alive

Had the idea, buzzin' right here
I had a great idea

Fuck a light year
A light year is insignificant

Tables done turned, fucked up IKEA
The tables have turned, and things are not as they seem

Love to daydream but work the night shift
I enjoy daydreaming, but I work night shifts

Now who gon' help us? Who gon' help us?
Who will come to our aid?

The red and the white and the blue has failed us
The nation has let us down

I can't promise I'mma make it better
I can't guarantee I'll improve the situation

But I can show you how to be successful
But I can help you achieve success

The poor get poorer, the rich get richer
The gap between the rich and the poor widens

Lives are lost, too much to measure
Too many lives have been lost to count

We all tryna make it up from the bottom
We are all trying to improve our lives despite starting from the bottom

But nowadays, the bottom's lower than ever
Unfortunately, it's harder than ever to climb out of poverty

From the jungles of East Atlanta
From the rough parts of Atlanta

You motherfuckers don' fucked up
You have messed up badly

Players always fuck up at the wrong time
People always make mistakes when it's the most inconvenient

Oh, and will they rise and say no
Will they speak up and stand their ground?

And will they mind to say no
Will they have the courage to say no?

And will they rise and say no
Will they stand up for themselves and refuse to accept less than they deserve?

And we ain't livin' by the same code
We don't have the same values or beliefs