Children Of The World Lyrics - Krit Wuz Here - Big K.r.i.t.

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Yeah, cause we just (children of the world) 

And they wonder why we bang 

Cause police do the same, that's the only rival gang 

I'm just sitting here, praying to my father 

Tired of today, forever scared of tomorrow 

Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't cheap 

I dropped out of school, pops, cause college ain't free 

Plus college ain't me, sitting in the class 

Questions rushing in my brain but I'm too proud to ask 

Take it all in stride, teacher talking physics 

And I just want to be fly 

What good is a degree when there's no jobs to apply? 

And fast food won't do 'cause you overqualified 

I'm feeling like hustling 

Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting 

Running in so much work with school buzzing in 

God, and I risk the only things we be trusting in 

All else fails, I'm in a casket like fuck it then 

Either get rich or die poor 

Nigga fell short and got jammed up, but he tried though 

I'm pretty sure my first words were "survival" 

Looking for the answers to my problems in the Bible 

Cause we just try and decode all the secrets 

My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless 

And even when I was at my worst like "we got to make this work" 

My girl found time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though 

My past relationships got me like "what up, ho? " 

I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you fuck for 

As disrespectful, I admit 

I was just saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch" 

Cause we just, guess I look up to the pimps 

I ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits 

The cars and the broads and the kicks 

Is something to strive for when you ain't never had shit 

I'm feeling like what the fuck, they want my soul 

Like my ancestors' ain't enough 

If I can't trust my own government, who can I trust? 

If I abuse myself daily, who can I love? 

Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough 

That be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid 

The pride to all the things that my father did 

Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit 

They gave me Hell like I asked for it 

Signing everything under the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T. 

I guess I didn't swag enough 

Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough 

Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't brag enough 

Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag enough 

Steady acting like I ain't had enough 

Ten chains on your neck like you ain't flash enough 

I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't crash enough 

On the track like I'm pushing crack, bag it up 

I tell these niggas to back it up 

My bitch like Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her 

'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the hate 

Too fresh to death, I couldn't attend the wake 

That's too lyrical, he been round busting 

Mississippi? Well, he don't sound Southern 

He be down cause it's since '05, I swear 

The game's a pound of Reggie 

So anything I sell's a breath of air 

Yeah, fuck with me 

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