Wake Up

CD: Obie Trice — Second Rounds On Me
Producer: DJ Scar Head

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[ Verse 1 ]

They say he's a monster from birth so,
Fuck it I just alean worn o's them hoes,
I suppose O took on the street life,
Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise,
Wasn't the school type I was too cool,
My agenda weren't general education nigga,
Generalizing Obie's expectations,
It was like a coupe on 22's,
Bad news my nigga pass the brew,
Cus in a week we be pouring a glass for you,
So rapidly homies become casualties,
We was just playing Madden,
Now a nigga sad for his family,
That's how it happens, dude's get blasted,
Another casket, another child becomes a fatherless bastard,
Make a nigga wanna grab his ratchet,
It's so tragic and Obie can't get past it,
And you wonder why a nigga flashing,
Just ta show these demons that I ain't havin' it,
Put them between the grass and the flash,
Homie I'm from the craft, and to make it where I'm at,
That's called soldierism, real niggaz notice 'em,
They wanna flow with 'em, wanna do major shows with 'em,
Get the fuck out the ghetto with 'em,
Heavy metal leave a nigga twisted,
Don't fret, this is the set we live in,
But I ain't cryin' no whinin' about my environment,
Even though black folk is dying…constant,
niggaz will shoot you unconscience,
With no conscience, until you lose conscience, concious,
And pop is white folk, think I'm just rhymin',
Just designin' lines, just for the sake of shinin',
Like I just speak violent applying to the business I'm in,
Rewind them climb them,
In a dirty ass hood that has no sight of climbin',
Moving on up is just the Jeffison's,
Rest of us watchin' the two got less in them,
So why you x'in them? Why you stretching them out?
He got that weapon all because of his whereabouts,
Born and raised, mental slaves,
And I don't see change before I'm seeing a grave,
All I see is my homies corpse decay,
Crying at his way can't recognise his face,
Face it you not identifing with me,
My identity distortion invisiblity,
See you can't see me, peep what he's acheivin',
You received information from TV,
I'm in a hood I live it, you read about it,
Dressed in peace peesy,
Please believe Obie's eyes done seen the wire,
Prior to what you seeing on the screen,
In done been in and out of the bing,
Lost niggaz to unfortunate things,
That's why, praise the lord I'm still on the scene,
Praise the creator who made human beings,
Just for creating a nigga like me,
That nigga that put the off in G.

[ Chorus ]

Wake Up — I tried to be reach out but you won't
Wake Up — My brothers and sisters we got to
Wake Up — For you stuck in the system and they
Wake Up — Reality hit you before you
Wake Up — I tried to be reach out but you won't
Wake Up — My brothers and sisters we got to
Wake Up — For you stuck in the system and they
Wake Up — Reality hit you before you
Wake Up!

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