Fauntleroy - Lives Lyrics

So you claim you want to be the best
But you're playing checkers and the f*cking game is chess
You know the goal of the game is not to be up next
Or to run up a bag I'm not trying to flex
But I can see it in your face that you're f*cking torn
That you're feeling so much hate under tyrant scorn
That you feel trapped, in the cage you born
But I don't get it, how can you sit an let it happen? ya I said it
How can this happen all the time? Last night I read it
It be popping in my feed like some wild animals have come to take the key
But nigga I'm not from the jungle
Where they be shooting their poles
Swinging from vines and killing their uncles
It's the story I hear all the time
Young niggas running and busting their ankles
And ruin the rest of their lives
And ruin the rest of their lives
They wasting all of their time
But nigga I'm not from the jungle
Where they be shooting their poles
Swinging from vines and killing their uncles
It's the story I hear all the time
Young niggas running and busting their ankles
They wasting all of their time
They wasting all of their time
And ruin the rest of their lives