Can't Get Right (feat. Bilal)

These are the last days, settle in
 Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in
 They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the innocent
 It's just another nigga in the morgue
 My momma was pregnant with a son she should abort
 'Cause she ain't knowin' what I'm fin' to be facin'
 Is nothin' short of a racially motivated killin' 'cause them boys
 See a nigga as only a third of a human [Incomprehensible]
 Every time I see a cracker with a badge, I'm in awe
 'Cause I'm knowin' how he feel and I'm just bein' real
 I don't hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret
 We ain't first class citizens and we ain't second either
 Need to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out
 Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch house
 The lack of makin' money make a motherfucker bend
 If you'd rather me than you die in the end again and again
 I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
 I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get right
 Paid my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday
 But I, but I, but I just can't get right
 I lay in bed lookin' up at the ceiling
 As the fan turns in a circle thinkin' 'bout my evil
 Seein' end on my TV, bombs in the skies
 Over Baghdad they fight but they don't know why
 What they said about Hussein was a goddamn lie
 Raised a war against a religion for oil, don't lie
 I seen kids from the hood livin' like they gon' die
 With the mindset of be broke or let's go get high
 If the cost of livin' so crazy how we gon' get by
 Gasoline five dollars, how the fuck we gon' drive?
 Can't afford to fill our prescriptions so we all gon' die
 CVS is slangin' dope on every block worldwide
 Since, spies up and had the dope game on fine
 Then it's only right for one nigga to go get mine
 If they injured then how they gon' survive?
 If they stuck at the bottom how the fuck they gon' ride?
 I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
 I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get right
 Paid my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday
 But I, but I, but I just can't get right
 Ain't life a muthafucker, first you think you got it
 Then it all falls apart in front your eyes, try to stop it
 But it's part of the plan that was written by the man
 Got me down on my knees and my hands prayin'
 Forgive me Lord, thank the Lord I'm alive
 'Cause I'm knowin' deep down I coulda died
 I shed so many tears, lost so many peers
 In the grave or the penitentiary facin' twenty years
 Pourin' beers on the corner 'cause Frankie told me look a killer
 Told me I was high, livin' blind to the fact that they sold us out
 America the beautiful, there's a funeral on every day of the month
 Tryin' to get our knees broken, huh
 It's another chance under these circumstances
 My people ain't advancin' but if we pray
 Maybe we'll get to live our life in the sun
 Instead of livin' on the blocks dyin' young, here I come
 Ooh, made it, made it, made it
 But I just can't get right, oh