A King’s Nightmare Letra - Polo G

Spittin' verses, I'm desperate, I need a mansion and a coupe

You done signed over your life and now you slavin' in the booth

Now we hang ourself with chains, they used to make us rock a noose

Shorties hoppin' off the porch 'cause it ain't shit else to do

Nothin' but trouble in the hood, normal sentence for the youth

You a king, you not a gangster, I'm just tellin' you the truth

Please just take my word, 'cause they done scrambled all the proof

His big bro ain't tryna warn him, he just taught him how to shoot

Out there warrin' with each other, will there ever be a truce?

Why the fuck we into it? I'm going through oppression too

Feel death in the air, it's like a nightmare, this shit is scary

Riding for gang, now your casket is gettin' carried

Mama break down, you gettin' put in that cemetery

Shit fucked up my mental, seen too many obituaries

These bodies keep dropping, summer cold like it's January

When you die, they gon' praise you, now they see that you legendary

Just another cold case, look what they did to Kenneka

Hear them screams after that chopper sing like Aretha

Homicide puddles, I got blood stains on my sneakers

Out here playing life or death, tryna run from the reaper

Shit been fucked up at the crib, lashin' out on the teacher

Grandma taking me to church, I fell asleep on that preacher

Change clothes, hit the block, hard-headed and eager

We just tryna stay afloat but this shit gettin' deeper

I'm just tryna talk to you and tell my life through these speakers

Yeah, I conquered them struggles, I just had to stay focused

Told myself that I'm the greatest, I won't wait 'til they notice

Wouldn't nobody help me up when I was down at my lowest

I'm the only one believe when everybody was hopeless

I done got so used to funerals, can't show no emotion

Man, this lifestyle crazy, swear this shit get atrocious

Like one minute on that block, you just laughing and joking

Now your mans shot up on that ground, gasping and choking

In them streets deep, we was mobbin', went from innocent to goblins

Had to take, we started robbin', catchin' white folks while they joggin

Battle scars, we hate the rain, bullet wounds steady throbbin'

Fiends lookin' like zombies, half-dead, they just noddin'

That peer pressure comin' at you and it's too hard to dodge it

Got dreams to make the league, late night plans, might sabotage it

My homie made the news, he 'posed to be on ESPN

Came and left the same day, R.I.P. to the twins

Doctor said he could make it but his chances was thin

My homie just came home, did three in the pen'

Back in them streets few weeks later, now he locked up again

I wonder one day will we wake up? Is the cycle gon' end?

I wonder one day will we wake up? Is the cycle gon' end?