Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk Witt Me, artist - Sheek Louch. Album song Walk Witt Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Walk Witt Me |
I don’t know |
Maybe we can make a change, maybe not |
I’m tired of crying, I’m tired of living |
I’m tired of niggas, I’m tired of women |
Just wanna be myself |
Keep the fame, keep the wealth, give me my health |
Take me to a place where they a’int hating no more |
Where I don’t gotta raise the hammer and clap the four |
Where I don’t gotta kick your door and ask for more |
Where I don’t gotta dig your floor and ask for more, whoa |
Where I don’t gotta serve no heads, cook no coke |
And there’s no such thing as feds |
And there’s no such thing as AIDS |
And little kids live the age to walk the stage |
No little babies crying, mama a’int dying |
Papa live at home, he got a steady job |
Everybody fall, he don’t gotta rob |
Walk with me talk with me |
Some times I just sit and think |
You know it’s hard to express it y’all |
That’s why I put it all in ink |
Where we ain’t black or white |
Matter fact we are, but we don’t have to fight, or kill |
Maybe Malcom would have been alive still |
Maybe Martin would have been able to chill |
Maybe a black face on a dollar bill |
I keep hope alive, that I stay alive |
I think it’s coming, I try not to drink and drive |
A place where the death penalty is gone |
No abortions, life only lives on |
Nobody getting shot for their chains |
And no hard labor jobs, we all using our brains |
And you don’t have to strip through school |
Cover your body mama, everything is cool |
Let you daughter know here moms is smart |
And that’s your heart, before you tear her apart |
I think I’m asking for too much man |
No murders on the 5 o’clock news |
No bodies over Jordan tennis shoes |
Nobody laying on me, waiting to blast |
I feel the spirits of my niggas that past |
It’s like they right here, I just can’t see them |
Sometimes I’m jealous of them, damn I wanna be them |
Everybody fake, when will this ever end |
If you don’t know your enemy, the you don’t know your friend |
A place where there’s no more wars, no more tears, no more liquor, no more beers |
No more stocks, no more shares, no more fights, no more jails, no more kites |
A place where you don’t value money, just the air you breathe |
And every day is sunny |
I know it can never happen and it’s just rappin |
And I’m dreamin, again |