Stand Tall - C-Mob

Man

They don’t care about us man

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer

Shit that’s the way the government works

They fucking up the game

Promising shit’ll get better but there ain’t nothing change

It’s all the fucking same

Watch it go up in flames

Will it be easy to when the end comes

All of this injustice and this drama has made my head numb

Fighting over bread crumbs

Gotta get my cheddar

I figure if I hit rock bottom then shit can only get better

I’m stuck insid of the wrong place

Trynna hold my head up instad of having a long face

Gotta keep a strong pace

Out for the paper it’s a long chase

Trynna get up out the shit at prison I’m tired of living among waste

To try to cope folks are inhaling bud

They take away jobs but give us stricter sicknesses for selling drugs

The weight of the world it makes my shoulders hurt

Busting my ass just so I can afford gas to go to work

It’s hard to stay up in your right mind in the dark tunnel

Hoping that the end light shines

Society was set up to make a man fall

You need to stick your bread up so then you can ball

And even though you fed up with all these damn laws

You need to hold yo head up and try to stand tall

Sick of this fucked up situation

Gotta get on track now

When the jealous all get to hating, never will I back down

All of the stupid shit I’m facing up in this whack town

Gotta get away from litigations and the criminal background

Coming from nothing I gotta get something the world we live in is sick and

disgusting

And nobody in it is willingly trusting

We all are headed for self-destruction

And we got a bull running the White House

A fucking dummy who’s probably scared to go to sleep with the lights out

Looking stupid with a hesitant glance

Wanna find Osama he’s chilling up in the President’s ranch

And now they probably have a man shoot me

I know they love to see me wrongfully executed just like they did Stan 'Tookie'

Never knew this life could be so painful

They throwing fuel on the fire to make the flames grow

But I guess that’s just the way the game goes

If you make it through the storm look up for the rainbow

Yeah

Society was set up to make a man fall

You need to stick your bread up so then you can ball

And even though you fed up with all these damn laws

You need to hold yo head up and try to stand tall