Pastor Troy - Move To Mars! Lyrics
Verse 1:Now who the ***** wouldnt be *****ed upIn the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo lifeA nigga beats his wife, damn its hurting meBut I cant help her man the way this grind be working meDodging the narcsCops pulling up they ***** with usCause we on our cornerCant tell em what I wannaIf I do ima gonnaThey leave put they just ride the blockI serve my rocks, bump em out before they next stopFake ass copsWhy the ***** these niggas ***** with meMutha*****er, Im the one that pay ya salaryDont get firedGreen making me so tiredTelling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore meI know you could have beenAll I say is should of been***** reminiscing nigga how many hits ya gettingSo I can hit the houseTry to smoke a ounce,Let the weed protect meFrom everything I see in this *****ed up realityHook: 4xIm bout to move to mars yallThe world a messVerse 2:So Im stuck to fearing of myselfIm nineteen going on deathI shouldve left when I was bornCutting ambilicalsThe doctor shouldve cut my arm, right at my veinThe pain makes me smoke the reeferHelps me relaxIt helps me really see this shit, I face the factsI act like Im loving life, then I act fo realNiggas is getting shot, niggas is getting killedBut still nothings doneQuestions asking me how--can I sell to my peopleMy people wont help me outIm pissed but I cant poutNothing change cause Im madUnderstand life comes and goesSo I guess its a fadI often had to little, simulator my friendSo you cant hate me or this game Im inI have been with out a damn dimeAnd its *****ed up, cause its happened more than one timeTherefore I grindI find myself angryNovember 18, God let this world claim meAgainst my wishesBut this is how a nigga do yaOnce ya born, its like the lord never knew ya (cause why)Cause this hellYa either sell or ya getting soldLike we some slavesThough they say that we free, its the same shit todayA better way, dont lie to meThe realest niggaAll I can see is realityGod told me?Hook: 8xIm bout to move to mars yallThe world a messVerse 3: pastor troyIve seen enoughIts like Im seeing the same shit againNothing but thugs as friendsPretend its coolYeah, pretends it alrightAnd this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a rowI didnt know that my own was so hungryI wonder if I was a bum would my people disown meRather lonely, but than again hell we all aloneTo keep me from snapping,Im acting up on this songsThe wrong damn niggaThe wrong damn timeThe right brand of liquorThe right size dimeI blaze and hit the hennesyAnd I realize, this world wasnt meant for meRealityHook until fadeIm bout to move to mars yallThe world a mess
