Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trauma, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trauma |
Used to be a dreamer |
Dreamin' of a fire |
Uh, my mama used to pray that she’d see me in Yale |
It’s fucked up she gotta see me in jail |
On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well |
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn |
And even worst, my judge black don’t wanna see me do well |
It’s either that or black people for sale |
Gave me two to four years like, «Fuck your life, meet me in hell» |
And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider |
Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us |
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya |
Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate? |
This where the so-called «real niggas» sweeping up for cupcakes |
And that’s your phone time, if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t online |
Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime |
Oh God, don’t let them streets get a hold of 'em |
Your daughter fuckin' now, it’s gon be a cold summer |
Your son trapping, and your homie giving O’s to him |
And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him |
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him |
And them people ain’t finna give no parole to ya |
They want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck |
My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect |
And he won’t make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check |
We still niggas though, what you expect? |
I just won |
I was on the corner with the reefa |
And they got us warring for our freedom |
See my brother blood on the pavement |
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? |
Uhh, trauma |
When them drugs got a hold of your mama |
And the judge got a hold on your father |
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker |
Ain’t no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease |
They shot that boy 20 times when they could’ve told him just freeze |
Could’ve put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed |
The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe |
That’s what the old lady said when she screamed |
This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th |
And in the 13th amendment, it don’t say that we kings |
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing |
They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team |
And all his teammates ain’t saying a thing (Stay woke) |
If you don’t stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something |
And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you’d prolly be killed |
But they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal |
Kill your account, look where money get spilled |
Check it, and they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal |
Kill your account, look where money get spilled |
I just won |
I was on the corner with the reefa |
And they got us warring for our freedom |
See my brother blood on the pavement |
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? |
Uhh, trauma |
When them drugs got a hold of your mama |
And the judge got a hold on your father |
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker |
How many times you send me to jail to know that I won’t fail |
Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I’m on bail |
I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I’m on sale |
Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh |
Watching a black woman take my freedom |
Almost made me hate my people |
When they label you felon, it’s like they telling you they not equal |
11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy |
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me |
I’m on a jail call, trying to explain it to my baby |
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that’s a maybe |
Trauma |
I just won |
I was on the corner with the reefa |
And they got us warring for our freedom |
See my brother blood on the pavement |
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? |
Uhh, trauma |
When them drugs got a hold of your mama |
And the judge got a hold on your father |
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker |