Lyrics

Waking up in the Lou
Got too much stuff to do
Carrying these burdens like weights
This is how tough men bloom

Clouded classroom, paying attention feel like smokin schrooms
Not me. I stay sober, life cost too much to lose

But what about my friends?
Supposed, to be ride or die til the novel ends
But. they had no time let their stories begin.
All because of a little tiny bit of a sin
God let them try again—

Pain and sorrows
Black mothers can no longer twist n style the corn rows
Cause they lost all their black boys of tomorrow
MLK’s dream left hanging in the shadows…

Dreams and nightmares
Jamming in the club not realizing the popo right there
Still dancing knowing you should be at home scared
These streets aint for you you should realize that now.
Different era, but still like sundown towns.
Rather live in IT with all those crazy clowns.
At least pennywise likes it when you come around….

Working all day and night
Ngas putting in the work, but is it worth the fight?
The seemingly purposeless pain and stryfe?
Will making songs about it make it all right?
Or should I turn to the streets, make sure you grab a light

Waking up in the Lou
Got too much stuff to do
Carrying these burdens like weights
This is how tough men bloom

Clouded classroom, paying attention feel like smokin schrooms
Not me. I stay sober, life cost too much to lose.