Correction Lyrics Neighborhood by Terrace Martin

Featuring(s) : Kent Jamz & Nick Grant

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Lyrics

Lately I've been saving more money, yeah
I know snitches get stitches, yeah
Say I've been in the ghetto
And if you know me I gonna get it
Everything I do, I do it all for you
Everything I do, I do it all for you

Feelin' like a new day
In a new world
Feelin' like a new day
In a new world

Ay where you from fool
This ain't the neighborhood that you come to
Tell me what you're thinking homie glad I blew
If we desired to offer
Homicide comin' ain't nobody talking
Plead the 5th Amendment everybody walkin'
That's how it all goes when the dice roll out
And the elements test what you all about
Another life gone as the world goes 'round
I know it so cold
All these lost souls

Lately I've been saving more money, yeah
I know snitches get stitches, yeah
Say I've been in the ghetto, yeah
And if you know me I gonna go get it, yeah
Everything I do, I do it all for you
Everything I do, I do it all for you

Feelin' like a new day
In a new world
Feelin' like a new day
In a new world

I'm from where cops roll around gunshots
There ain't no warnings
The one who said they love you to death
Be plotting on you
Ni***s get football numbers for playing the corner [?]
Home invasion yeah they're all in your crib
Like [?]
Penny for thoughts ni*** get lost
Shooting like when white folks do crime
The [?] be off
God help us because even the minster sinister dark
Yeah you smilin but your energy speaking grimace remakers
This is art
Our heroes become [?]
Crackers they make examples out the ni*** in the struggle
Who let the feens get a sample [?]
Yeah the kid who's tired of pulling dirty clothes out the hamper
That his brother handed to him cause his mother never had it
Yeah his father was an addict granted he had pick up slack
Cause she knows what truly matters to him
I'm grateful for that influence, uh
Bible on the dash
Jesus take the wheel
Steer me from my past
My dreams never belly up
I'm hype behind the cam
Don't ever throw the baby out with the diaper bag

The rat race
The paper chase
The unending maze seems to fade
Around the days that some call holy
But even that can cause other wise men to argue majors [?] and
Halos with karma and rainbows and
Turns [?] that the only time
Earth agrees on family in some form of Greek tragedy
The way I see it
We can call these villages days
Where regardless of the reason we get to see some of the loved
Ones we missed during the run and the rip of life
Let's count our blessings right
And make ways for the days of the village

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