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Konvict, konvict, konvict OG Mama hold her head and cry 'Cause her son had been shot down in the streets and died "Oh why? Oh why?" Is what she cry She cry The biggest problems in the city Is them daddies ain't there And if it ain't about the money Then nobody don't care And then I spoke to an OG Tried to mentor me Said, "Boy, these streets'll suck the love right out your heart So don't believe that bullshit" You know goddamn well this system ain't for us (oh, no, no, no) And you know goddamn well the president don't love us (oh, no, no, no) We're sinking down to the ground of the ghettos and we can't get no lower So I'm askin' God, "How do we dig ourselves out if we can't afford the shovel?" (Oh, no, no, no) If there's a problem in the hood Everybody come together just to solve that problem But that's the problem in the hood Nobody comes together unless you involve violence 'Cause we was taught to be the tough guys And was told to just remain silent (oh, no, no, no) But then you got them niggas telling on the next guy Instead of tell 'em what it takes to solve it (oh, no, no, no) Is there a problem that I don't know about? (Oh, no, no, no) Is there a problem that I haven't heard about? (Oh, no, no, no) 'Cause I speak of kids robbing each other Pimps, prostitutes and drug dealers (oh, no, no, no) We won't get much further Unless we start helping each other But them non-believers will say (oh, no, no, no) You know goddamn well this system ain't for us (oh, no, no, no) And you know goddamn well the president don't love us (oh, no, no, no) Sinking down to the ground of the ghettos and we can't get no lower So I'm askin' God, "How do we dig ourselves out if we can't afford the shovel?" (Oh, no, no, no) We were 16 brothers, with no father around I was 16, 14 robbers now Two went to school and got a degree One went to jail, the other ones stuck in the streets Damn, so nobody really made it out He about to sell a breach just to build a house Momma workin' two jobs while babysitting hard And I ain't even seen my dad when we was in a drill Life crazy, can't dig since we don't have a shovel And all these hoes around diggin' me with no shovel Harbored in the kill before the kid do without it No Rihanna when it rain, somebody grab my umbrella Mama hold her head and cry (yeah) 'Cause her son had been shot down by police and died "Oh why? Oh why?" Is what she cry She cry Mama hold her head and cry 'Cause her son had been shot down by police and died
Writer(s): Akon, Og Boo Dirty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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