Testo Community - JID
Testo della canzone Community (JID), tratta dall'album God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)
The rain couldn't understand it
The pain made them understand, shit
The sun tried to understand, the gun made me understand
The wind tried whisperin' the warnin'
The land shakin', plus the rhythm is enormous
All the forces like a portal to a vortex
Connected to the stars, just projectin' where we part at
Pull up where you park at
Aim a little dart (lil' bitch), where your bark at?
It'd be a shame if you stayed in them 'partments
12 barely e'en came to them 'partments
Catch a play then parlay in them apartments
I swear it's like a party every day in them 'partments
You was raised in them 'partments, dang, jump a shot or join a gang in them 'partments
My mama say we gotta get away from them 'partments, it's graves in them 'partments
And it ain't gotta end this way 'cause we ain't start shit (huh, look, okay)
I don't give a fuck about no indusktry beef
Ain't nobody give a fuck when Tay was dead in the skreet
I don't do the shit you see on the screens
I been tapped in with true things, I peep your rap cap and I unscrew things
I don't give a fuck about them niggas at the top
The biggest nigga on the block could still get shot
Pop, you thinkin' Pac, I'm thinkin' (brrt)
Can't talk about that shit from (you gotta chill out), you seen Fox?
Lisan al Gaib, I see a tiny line of silver
A way to make a play, although they say it's unfamiliar
It's off the kilter, I say the words without a filter
You gotta have nerve, it'll make you strong if it don't kill ya
I'll put a bullet in Bob the fuckin' Builder
'Fore they try and kick us out the buildin', what about the children?
When I check a news channel, I get a similar feelin', but shtill
We gon' make it to Heaven, high water or Hell
But don't take the highways, 285 behind the damn wheel, it's like a driveway
Givin' all I could give Christ and I'd do it twice
Shai Gilchrist, heard thunder hit with lightnin'
And still I didn't feel shit, talk about resilience
Off of Stone Mountain, Lithonia where I honed into my brilliance
It was after then I took my talents right up to Virginia
Heard they said the shit for lovers, shit was gutter, shit was gritty
I could tell you what it was, but let bruh tell you what I'm missin', pay attention
What's missin' in my hood, I identified
Then I brought white to my hood, shit, I gentrified
We had military arms, we was semper fi'
Point-blank, let me simplify
I been light post corner boy, green box sitter
Crack nigga, tryna hustle up an Ac' Vigor
Six-deuce buyer, niggas really live The Wire
From lookouts, then we meteor to suppliers
Caged in, one way in, one way out
Robocops on mountain bikes, ain't pullin' mace out
Just tryna get back home from gettin' chased out
A week ago, a boy like me don't got a face now
The 'partments, the projects, the ghettos, all the same shit
Crazy how we hopscotch and Double-Dutch danger
'Tween ADHD and all the pills that you gave us
How we supposed to process this anger?
The rain couldn't understand it
The pain made them understand, shit
The sun tried to understand, the gun made me understand
The wind tried whisperin' the warnin'
The land shakin', plus the rhythm is enormous
All the forces like a portal to a vortex
Connected to the stars, just projectin' where we part at
Pull up where you park at
Aim a little dart, where your bark at?
My ghetto's not your culture, niggas really die here
So hard to say goodbye, it's the only lullaby here
Kilos turnin' boys to men, gotta pick a side here
Some were Jesus Shuttlesworth, some of us were Nasirs
As time goes by, it's an eye for an eye here
My niggas mob deep, the fittest gon' survive here
We New Jersey drive here, chop shop, ride here
This jack-in-the-box shouldn't come as no surprise here
You niggas rent to own, street cred gets denied here
Section 8 livin', we treat it like a timeshare
Mother, auntie, cousin, couldn't tell you who reside there
But never seen a father that was government devised here
Conquer and divide here, crash and collide here
When kings can't raise a young prince, the doves cry here
Candy lady right there, zombie land right there
Them 'partments be the perfect backdrop for any nightmare
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton, Frank Parra, Mario Luciano, Destin Route
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