100 DAYS - Duckwrth

Is it more chalk on the board or chalk on the ground

100 days for 100 rounds

‘Cause everybody dies on the South side of town

Momma used to say

She said

«Boy don’t you go outside

Don’t you know them drive-bys happening outside

Tinted windows keeping by

Ill intent in they eyes»

Them boys be bucking out them shots

They want to see my demise

I will not be that number either do or you die

Get shot or shoot a nigga so I grab ‘45

I know my momma taught me better

I’m just trying to survive

Up in these streets

(streets) streets (streets) streets (streets) streets

But the streets keep calling

Called you in the morning

If you pick up the telephone

Hit a son of the morning

Lucifer got his dirty hands up in the cauldron

Mixing up a potion while you sipping with your squadron

Hypnotic and hypnosis the government condone this

Turn your brother to your enemy while you reload the clip

He was giving greetings you was thinking he was talking shit (nigga)

Shot him in the belly

False solutions of the hypnotic (hypnotic) hypnosis (hypnosis)

On a count of three

You will be in a trance

One, two, three

Is it more chalk on the board or chalk on the ground

100 days for 100 rounds

‘Cause everybody dies on the South side of town

100 Days

Pain, pain is what I feel when I see someone of my skin tone laying lifeless

due to gun violence

Pain, pain is what I feel when I see a communitiy mourn the loss of a soldier

fighting an everyday war just being a colored person in America

Pain, I’m talking pain so deep and ugly with one ‘u' I’m left speechless

looking for a message, a message of hope, a message from you