Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Jared Liveson, Sean Jacobs
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Sheek LouchWalk Witt Me Lyrics:
I don't know, maybe we can make a change, maybe not
I'm tired of cryin', I'm tired of livin'
I'm tired of niggaz, 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 there ain't hatin' no more
Where I don't gotta raise the hammer and clap the 4
Where I don't gotta kick your door and ask for more
Where I don't gotta dig your floor and look for raw
Where I don't gotta serve no heads
Cook no coke, no such thing as feds
And there's no such thing as aids
And little kids live the age they walk the stage
No little babies cryin', momma ain't dyin'
Poppa livin' home, he got a steady job
Everybody full, he don't gotta rob
Damn
Walk witt me, talk witt me
Sometimes I just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it y'all
That's why I put it all in ink
We ain't black or white
Matter fact we are, but we don't have to fight or kill
Maybe Malcom would've been alive still
Maybe Martin would've been able to chill
Maybe a black face on a dollar bill
I keep hope alive that I stay alive
I think it's comin', I'm tryin' not to drink and drive
A place where the death penalty is gone
No arbotions, life only lives on
Nobody gettin' shot for they chains
And no hard labour jobs, we all usin' our brains
And you don't have to strip through school
Cover your body momma, everything is cool
Let your daughter know her momz is smart
And ask your heart 'fore you tear her apart
I think I'm askin' for too much, man, damn
Walk witt me, talk witt me
Sometimes I just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it y'all
That's why I put it all in ink
No murders on the 5 O'clock news
Nobody's over Jordan and tennis shoes
Nobody layin' on me, waitin' to blast
I feel the spirits of my niggaz that passed
It's like they're right here, I just cant see 'em
Sometimes I'm jealous of 'em damn, I wanna be 'em
Everybody fake, when will this ever end?
If you don't know your enemy then 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 everyday is sunny
Know it can never happen and it's just rappin'
And I'm dreamin' but damn
Walk witt me, talk witt me
Sometimes I just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it y'all
That's why I put it all in ink
Walk witt me, talk witt me
Sometimes I just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it y'all
That's why I put it all in ink
That's why I put it all in ink
That's why I put it all in ink
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