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Artiste : Tory Lanez
Titre : What Happened To The Kids
What happened to the kids?
A bunch of fucked up shit that happened where we lived
Niggas braggin´ and pro backing it at the crib, yeah

I was throwin´ blows, toe taggin´ it at the crib, yeah
Fightin´ niggas older than me
My older brother said he won´t defend me
I´m like, "Fuck it, nigga, don´t defend me"
I know the Lord sent me
I sense Jehova in me every time my soul is empty
I know the devil on my shoulder heavy
But the Lord´ll always have some soldiers ready
I´ve exposed how deadly this war can get already
Mind, body, flesh, and my flesh
I know the heavens and the hells
Is both fightin´ for my soul when I rest
I got these tightened up holes in my chest
They feel cold in my vest
And still, I pray my son´ll grow in my steps
So he can get that same feelin´ at night
And know his life got a purpose

And he ain´t gotta pop a pill in his life
Ain´t gotta hit them corners, chillin´ wit´ them killers at night
Like I did, and make mistakes that I did, tryna provide for my kid
I can´t let him just rumble through all of the fumble that I did
´Cause honestly, so many times when all of these niggas I just can´t
Let his life fall into shambles, know this, life is all a gamble
But we bettin´ from this angle, nigga
I´m tryna teach my brothers ´bout the dangers, nigga
Cold world, I´m tryna make some fuckin´ changes nigga
Give us somethin´ that´s gon´ change us nigga
Positive conversations when niggas angry, nigga

Instead of throwin´ us in cages nigga
Section 8, they got us livin´ by these wages nigga
Stop treatin´ us like we dangerous nigga
And maybe we´ll stop bein´ so dangerous nigga
A lot of niggas out here stainin´ niggas
If he your color, he your brother, you can´t hate this nigga

Self-hatred what they taught us
And look at all the shit it brought us
Mothers, daughters, sons, and sisters all in coffins
And what we got to show? Somebody that´s recordin´ nigga
Mental illness at an all-time high
We so caught up in the ´Gram, tryna be all-time fly

So much, you can´t even show up in the same clothes
Somebody always lurkin´, they clockin´ your same pose
Callin´ all women hoes, you know how the sayin´ goes
Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes
But that´s the same shit I´m sayin´, don´t save souls
Am I a hypocrite for sayin´ them same roles
I´m tryna change life, change mines, and change yours
But bitch, I´m only human, I fall in the same toes sometimes