Aint Right - Diverse

I know for certain, everything ain’t right

I know for certain, everything ain’t right

I know for certain, everything ain’t right

Everyone

I know for certain, everything ain’t right

There was these two hoods hooded, footed in soldiers with tempers hot

Quick to simmer pots stewing beef

No true relief is to the team to a T, descriptions fit the profile

Niggas quick to throw down, forget a pro brown, state of mind is stakes inclined

They gotta get theirs too

A fall through the crevice in this preface to apocalypse

Forever on the ave when the bags full of consequence

Place your currency down and drown your misery

Master mundane, niggas in unchained, off of it

No alternates, so often it gets dirty in the trenches

Just occupational hazard, massive hustle, big doe is on the brain stem

Trying to step into the A. M

Just trying to cop product, no more potluck

Mouths open might as well eat good as each stood

Eager in the path to feel we laugh a lot

This meant to happen and let it, be in a blaze

Guns clapping like they Cassidy and Sundance

That’s 'nuff plans

Till when the news came it wasn’t news to nobody

Two bodies found slumped in front of an S-Class

Stripped to the marrow

Chicks in apparel

Ice went missing

Well listen real close

But listen real close

«I know for certain»

These are reason people die fo'

«Everything ain’t right»

Cause life is survival

«I know for certain»

Certain things you try to keep my eye on

«Everything ain’t right»

I could cry, but I won’t

Daylight broke, they spoke subtle

Cuddle as one mass

Or two separate souls searching for love three dimensional

Orbiting like a binary star, haunted corners they move

Just losing sight of the baggage they always carry cause they packing light

Past relations managed like that dot com promotion

No more broken hope and rope a dope knock downs

Not this time

Our love was like a T.K.O

He whisper kissed her on her eyelids and bounced out

For another day at the J. O

No glamours, a custodial worker, none the less it pays so it’s

Part of the plan, piling 'em out the lower end

Focused in on greener grass

Notions of a fam and a picket fence

Summer days innocent, just fishing with his son

They’ll call him Dante, that’s a while away

At least that’s what he’s thinking

Ironically, missus wondering why her cycle ain’t came

But maintain composure to the store to gather proof

Before she goes jumping to conclusions she wanna be absolute

Later on that evening, money leaving out from work

With thoughts of a meal, a warm shower, and long hours with his ol' girl

But walking to the train he heard the guns pop

The stray bullet was someone else’s name, it came for him

As he lay his last image it flashed by

Died before knowing he brought a baby boy into the world