Meek Mill - Trauma (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Meek Mill - Trauma (en) Lyrics
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Used to be a dreamer
Dreamin' of a fire
Uh, my mama 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, and your
homie giving O's 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
My celly 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?
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
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 call, trying
to explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice,
and that's a maybe
Trauma
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