Nothin For The Radio

The ghetto is pitch black and we all wanna shine
 So a third of us rhyme
 The other half about math, flipping birds, we intertwine
 There is no words to describe my habitat except hostile
 40oz. brews and trips to the hospital or Wasco
 Get locked in solitude surrounded by darkness hoping some light shine through
 Cause we used to DVD boosting, crack rock producing, business suits claim we're useless
 And won't give us jobs, and wonder why their ass get robbed
 Wonder why my young brother stuck on reefer
 Because the state refuse to pay good teachers
 While the rich kids watch from the bleachers
 I ask Jesus let some light creep in
 May I kick a little something for the G's and cold hearted niggas that's freezin'
 Everythang happens for a reason
 But why a nigga stuck shit, this ain't nothing for the radio, nah this ain't nothing for the radio
 Nah, this right here what you've been waiting for, hey this right here what you've been waiting for
 Why is it me that this dark cloud follows?
 I probably drown in this Belvedere bottle
 Ugh I get my hymns from him it's a revival
 The limits keep my hands spinning like a gyro
 I need a chiro-prac, cause I feel like I'm alone in this world
 Who got my back?
 They tell me find god like I don't know where he at
 And if he lost why we following him
 Just acknowledge the fact that a father exists
 And the devil's alive, I'm just caught in the mix
 Before he shines his light on me I was out on the strip
 Holding it down till I discovered my gift (got talent bro, I'm telling you)
 It felt more like a curse, in my hoodie, I still made it to church
 Just in time they hear the pastor complain like sunshine after the rain, help us out