BLACWATER - GOOD MAN lyrics
rate meft. Whosane
Good intentions and I try to play my part
God, please see my heart
God, please see my heart
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Am I weak or am I just playing it cool?
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Am I weak or am I just playing it cool?
See, we blacked out on black tops
Black boys, black cop
Cars in the game like it's black ops
Let's roll back on the block where the crack robs passed off
Basquiat niggas drawing down with their mask off
Humans hide in shadows with the rattlesnakes and bastards
And then tryna get a damsel in distress back to the renaissance
Father, please forgive my humanity and my past
And when it's all been said and done just know I lived life with a passion
Must be thinking that there is no accident, I'm trusted to walk in the path of men
I went to More House past and got my masters, does that count for something?
Does it redeem the bad I've done? Swear that I've had some
I'm born again and the path I walk in skies like I'm Anakin
Those evenings I was weak, blamed it on the vodka shots
Victim of temptation now arm wrestling with karma's cloth
Now and then my armor's off, pray that I can be a man
My daddy raising started off, with these bars I start again
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Am I weak or am I just playing it cool?
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Am I weak or am I just playing it cool?
Yeah, it's kinda hard in the hood, man, to be a good man
Real talk
Fanatical bitches be bugging stars and grabbing for riches
I stab 'em and kick 'em out of my crib, the standards have risen
You broke and at the bus stop, embarrassing chickens
No shame in my hustle, muzzle on the flame if I bust you
It's not a heater, it's an oven, or when I'm warm as something
You leaking a couple of leaders, stop fronting
You're out of your mind stupid, I'm fucking grinding, you're hopeless
Shoot a hole in your roopty and get some dope from a groupie
No telling what's gonna happen, we're riding with fellas
Then I hit the cellar, your brain coming out of your melon
It's Whosane, my niggas ain't gonna die, 9/11
You can see me in hell, motherfucker, find me in heaven
Production with tight percussion like fuck your wifey and bust her
Yeah, impressive, just like one of them inventions
Run to your section, weigh the heater for your investment
It's all in the weapons, like the staff sergeant's gonna inspect them
A crown made of heights, ain't nothing basic about me
A Muslim from Brooklyn, a hood we bringing out of me
Till I'm barefoot at the 'Caba out where Saudi be
Ride an arrow, fat camel, back seeing what Malcolm see
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Am I weak or am I just playing it cool?
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Am I weak or am I just playing it cool?
See, we ride out, the night's out, slide by with lights out
High ride or die, know some guys with three strikes out
Bow how we stay with the saw signs with our life out
Before it all decline, I will arrive, use my time out
Crime out, carry our mistakes and all our oversights
Overnight some niggas get their heads blown out over dice
Frozen, my cold shoulders in a city where your lower expectations
Get a sober brutal wakening 'cause it's override
Ride over and ride in front of your eyes all your life span
Flashing like it's some flashy lights and the action fighting in your life, man
Blindfold you, lies told to you, you cry hoping it will wipe your eyes
With time tables that's multiplied, that cash probably on your nightstand
You'll see first .48, these dudes are like Streisand
Singing down to the prison where they serenade the polite man
Realize my time can't be on ice, man, like an X man
So I'm trying, man, to live right, man, keep my eyes on the direction
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Am I weak or am I just playing it cool?
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Am I weak or am I just playing it cool?
Good intentions and I try to play my part
God, please see my heart
God, please see my heart
