Pastor troy - Move to mars Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now who the fuck wouldn t be fucked up
In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life
A nigga beats his wife, damn it s hurting me
But I can t help her man the way this grind be working me
Dodging the narc s
Cop s pulling up they fuck with us
Cause we on our corner
Can t tell em what I wanna
If I do I ma gonna
They leave put they just ride the block
I serve my rocks, bump em out before they next stop
Fake ass cops
Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me
Muthafucker, I m the one that pay ya salary
Don t get fired
Green making me so tired
Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me
I know you could have been
All I say is should of been
Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting
So I can hit the house
Try to smoke a ounce
Let the weed protect me
From everything I see in this fucked up reality

[Hook: repeat 4X]
I m bout to move to Mars y all
The world a mess

[Verse 2]
So I m stuck to fearing of myself
I m nineteen going on death
I should ve left when I was born
Cutting ambilical s
The doctor should ve cut my arm, right at my vein
The pain make s me smoke the reefer
Helps me relax
It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
I act like I m loving life, then I act fo real
Nigga s is getting shot, nigga s is getting killed
But still nothing s done
Questions asking me how can I sell to my people
My people won t help me out
I m pissed but I can t pout
Nothing change cause I m mad
Understand life comes and goes
So I guess it s a fad
I often had to little, simulator my friend
So you can t hate me or this game I m in
I have been with out a damn dime
And it s fucked up, cause it s happened more than one time
Therefore I grind
I find myself angry
November 18, God let this world claim me
Against my wishes
But this is how a nigga do ya
Once ya born, it s like the Lord never knew ya cause why
Cause this hell
Ya either sell or ya getting sold
Like we some slaves
Though they say that we free, it s the same shit today
A better way, don t lie to me
The realest nigga
All I can see is reality
God told me.

[Hook: repeat 8X]
I m bout to move to Mars y all
The world a mess

[Verse 3]
I ve seen enough
It s like I m seeing the same shit again
Nothing but thugs as friends
Pretend it s cool
Yeah, pretends it alright
And this nigga begged me for food for the third night in a row
I didn t know that my own was so hungry
I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me
Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
To keep me from snapping
I m acting up on this songs
The wrong damn nigga
The wrong damn time
The right brand of liquor
The right size dime
I blaze and hit the hennesy
And I realize, this world wasn t meant for me
Reality

[Hook: repeat until fade]
I m bout to move to Mars y all
The world a mess

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