Seasons change There's still time for us to run away Seasons change There's still time for us to run away Seasons Sanbona Nendli Tusha Fagatia Minta Li Fika Malen Tizuami Puma Lenza Guafeluba Tizuamina 35 Tui Sinda Lapang Pumakonama Pumakonaba Taufigila Nyamangala Mangila Bebati Nyopele Lemoyen Dibaray Manjengin Kayen Demobong Imchala Mempiloyan Unutatana Impundisoyan Titembal Bulat Gubele Bulat Ngapinangopewa Poverty, Jealousy, Negativity Tangana Ndaola Go away Poverty, Jealousy, Negativity Tangana Ndaola Go away I cried when lil' bruh died Got high and watched the sun rise Wiggle on them if it's one time They done hung all of my people I love all of my people I'm in the slums with all of my people They try to tell us that we all equal We get no justice so it ain't peaceful, yeah They can bluff you, they can beat you Paid attorney, we gon' need it Mama told me they was demons She ain't never lied on her jeans She worked her ass off just to beat us She used to tap in with all the teachers They wouldn't teach him nothing, it's no secret Whole lotta crime, lil' niggas beefin' We gotta keep it or end up a victim Trapped in the system, trafficking drugs Modern day slavery, African thugs We go to war for this African blood We go to war for this African blood When I put niggas on, it was all out of love You was disloyal, can't call that no love Poverty, Jealousy, Negativity Tung-Nan-Dao-La Broadway Season change You know we off the stove with it, we stove whippin' Niggas know we gon' get it Season change Dodgin' cops, *** around and get locked You ain't never comin' home with it Look my nigga, I came from the sewer Don't *** on my past, you ain't come from a newer You see reason and you see L.A. But bitch, I ain't come from nowhere Just know all my niggas, we struggle for it Had to hustle for it, cry puddles for it My pops watch his sister get locked for it I done seen my niggas get knocked for it Like, give me that I carry the llama like a piggyback I carry my city like guilt that ain't got no forgiveness No way out, ***, we locked in the system Catch a case and they not gon' forgive ya White skin, you be out before Christmas ***, auntie miss eight of those days Tears from it, had to pray those days Had to slave those days ***, we had to hit up a couple hood giveaways those days Thank God for every inch that he gave us Thank God for everything cause he made us Like when that car bent the block Hit the homie but we made it to E.R. and he saved us Thinking that he could've died, nigga We was praying to the sky and his mama crying rivers Healed up, but tough luck, he tried to get revenge Had to drop bullets, popped and they killed him Worst part is that sound so familiar