Trauma Lyrics - Meek Mill

Used to be a dreamer 

Dreamin' of a fire 

Uh, my mammy used to 

Pray that she'd see me in Yale 

It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail 

On the visit with Lil Papi 

It hurt even though I seemed to be well 

They got a smoker 

With a key to my cell, damn 

And even worst, my judge 

Black don't wanna see me do well 

It's either that or black people for sale 

Gave me two to four years like 

"Fuck your life, meet me in hell" 

And let it burn like Lucifer 

You look even stupider 

Tryna impress them people in 

Power when power abusin' us 

For 44 dollars a hour 

You coward they using ya 

Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate? 

This where the so-called 

"Real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes 

And that's your phone time 

If you ain't got no money, you ain't online 

Hey call your son 

Call your daughter just to wish them more prime 

Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em 

Your daughter fuckin' now 

It's gon be a cold summer 

Your son trapping now and 

Your homie giving nose to him 

And if he fuck that paper up 

He puttin' holes through him 

And you just wanna make it home 

So you can show it to him 

And them people ain't finna 

Give no parole to ya 

They want blood, we all hangin' 

With a noose on our neck 

Marcelli mom just died 

He wanna use my collect 

And he won't make it to the wake 

Unless he give 'em a check 

We still niggas though, what you expect? 

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I just won 

I was on the corner with the reefa 

And they got us warring for our freedom 

See my brother blood on the pavement 

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? 

Uhh, trauma 

When them drugs got a hold of your mama 

And the judge got a hold on your father 

Go to school, bullet holes in the locker 

Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease 

They shot that boy 20 times 

When they could've told him just freeze 

Could've put him in a cop car 

But they let him just bleed 

The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe 

That's what the old lady said when she screamed 

This nightmare on Elm Street 

Friday the 13th 

And in the 13th amendment, 

It don't say that we kings 

They say that we legally slaves 

If we go to the bing 

They told Kaep' stand up if 

You wanna play for a team 

And all his teammates ain't 

Saying a thing (Stay woke) 

If you don't stand for nothing 

You gon' fall for something 

And in the 60's, if you kneeled 

You'd prolly be killed 

But they don't kill you now 

They just take you out of your deal 

Kill your account, look where money get spilled 

Check it, and they don't kill you 

Now, they just take you out of your deal 

Kill your account, look where money get spilled 

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I just won 

I was on the corner with the reefa 

And they got us warring for our freedom 

See my brother blood on the pavement 

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? 

Uhh, trauma 

When them drugs got a hold of your mama 

And the judge got a hold on your father 

Go to school, bullet holes in the locker 

How many times you send me 

To jail to know that I won't fail 

Invisible shackles on the king 

'Cause shit, I'm on bail 

I went from selling out arenas 

Now shit, I'm on sale 

Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh 

Watching a black woman take my freedom 

Almost made me hate my people 

When they label you felon 

It's like they telling you they not equal 

11 years going to court knowing 

They might keep you or drive you crazy 

23 hours in a cell, somebody save me 

I'm on a jail card, trying to explain it to my baby 

I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe 

Trauma 

I just won 

I was on the corner with the reefa 

And they got us warring for our freedom 

See my brother blood on the pavement 

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? 

Uhh, trauma 

When them drugs got a hold of your mama 

And the judge got a hold on your father 

Go to school, bullet holes in the locker