Correction Lyrics Blind Leaders by Quincey White

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Other day
When I was walkin' down the street
I had trouble on my mind
Yes, I did now

Woke up, got my pistol, time to hit me a lick
Or catch a n***a slippin' wearin' the wrong sh*t, that's way we live
Money, murder, pimpin' hoes, ten toes on Figueroa
Movin' blow, served your mama a nick' at the liquor store
Feel like Gary Coleman, little in this white man's world
Diff'rent Strokes, Mr. Drummond never comin' to fund us
Just give us rope, not to pull us up, to hang us with
Police ask who I'm hangin' with
You can ask me that, b*t*h, when you pay the rent
To pay this rent, we hittin' home invastions on them Asians
In Koreatown, maskеd and gloved up so no Dina found
That's DNA, take the monеy, take the jewels, don't leave a thang
Walk away with so much bank could start a chain of B of As (Wait)
I'm just bein' optimistic
Another Black kid born in the ghetto, no pot to p*ss in
A OG from the pen said I'd probably end up in prison
Said, "F**k you, n***a, you ain't my daddy," ain't got to listen
How the blind gon' lead the blind with no vision?
I saw a blind man walkin'
I heard him call my name
There was nothin' I could say or do
For the words that he spoke were more than true

Born and raised in the Athens
When Pico died the first time I seen a man lay in a casket
I asked my dad, "Why he look plastic?"
"He was shot in his head, so, son, keep shootin' that ball in that basket"
Dribbled the rock out the mortuary back to The 7
Same dudes was at the viewing right there loadin' they weapons
My uncle Iron Head was a legend, he started this sh*t
With Taboo and Cowboy when Tookie tried to turn us to Crips
He gave me my first job cuttin' gra** with him
But f**k this lawnmower, I just wanna go blast with him
Pull the trigger on the leaf blower imaginin' a pistol
This chopper like a f**kin' weedwhacker when it hits you
Rip the enemies a new a**hole
Show you what this be about, you let that blue rag show
Down to ride 'cause I had heart
Whole time he tryna keep me out of trouble
With open eyes I was blinded from the start
But can you blame me? Nah, n***a, I'm just doin' what I saw
I saw a blind man walkin'
I heard him call my name
There was nothin' I could say or do
For the words that he spoke were more than true

I'm OG now, kids wanna be like me
How? Broke, forty years old, no college degree?
Live with my mama, can't get a job, a criminal record
They ain't hearin' none of that, they worried 'bout my street credit
"I heard you was a killer, beat a murder that you did
Judge found you innocent and the dealer had more bricks than the Nickersons
Plus a player, new whip, new crib where your ten b*t*hes live
That all f**ked you like a king, big homie, your life a dream"
Nah, it ain't, lil' n***a, sit down, shut the f**k up and listen
Did it all and had it all, still ain't no storybook endin'
Everything I had was temporary, but the state I'm in is permanent
The sh*t I did, my soul will probably burn for it
Tell you this because I love you
Look at you, see a reflection of me when I was younger
Young brother, need you to break the cycle, you our only hope
I'm supposed to show you the ropes
My OG gave me guns and gave me some dope
Blind lead the blind, we both fall in a hole
I saw a blind man walkin'
I heard him call my name
There was nothin' I could say or do
For the words that he spoke were more than true

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