Unity Lewis - The Message 2020 Lyrics

Broken glass, Everywhere
People pissing on the gay bar thats owned by the bears
I can't take the smell
Can't take the noise
I didn't want to have to move but now I've got no choice
Rats in the front room. Roaches in the back
A trust fund baby with heroin tracks
Might have to pitch a tent because I can't move far
Got pushed out my hood. Now I'm living in my car
They pushed me out cus I don’t have bread
My bank account is in the red
Ahahahaha 
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda…
Pulled up in a Benz Coupe rolling up the windows
On me in the next lane
Dancin’ as my speakers blow
Snobby lady
Clutching on her bag
Peep, the silicone implants where her titty bags drag
Blood diamonds dangle
Sports a dead bengal
She serves evictions 
If you’re late on the rent bitch
Down by the peep show buying up the street
The cost of livings high and you’re ‘bout to loose your home
They bought the whole city
Now your
Money’s so shitty
You workin’ three jobs just to make it on your own
They pushed me out cus I don’t have bread
My bank account is in the red
Ahahahaha 
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda
My brothers doing bad
Wants to be on TV
Front like he got a bunch
But he’s not wealthy
No job in the day time
But party’s at night
You call the nigga broke and you prolly gotta fight
The bill collectors
They ring his phone
He screens his calls like he ain’t home
Flunked all his education
Steals his mamas libations
And could never hold a job because he don’t have the patience
He wrong
Sings songs
‘Bout how he got racks
Every time you turn around it’s..
"Smoke sum; where da pillies at"
A mid range copper chain
Bout to turn his neck green
How this nigga get one the gram takin selfies in front of planes
They pushed me out cus I don’t got bread
My bank account is in the red
My son said ‘dad I think I’m gonna go to school
Because you’re such a jerk
Don’t want to be like you
And all you do is smoke Reefa
And Mom‘s is gonna leave ya if you don’t get a job
You better be a street sweeper
Now move your feet
Turn off the beat
Where this suite and tie and
Go get us somthin’ to eat
Cus it’s all about this money you can’t have baby’s that’s hungry’
But every time I get it somebody come take it from me
His nose fell off
Snorting cocaine
They took him to the Dr. Sewed his nose on again
Shot that girl
Right in her heart
She didn’t have no health care so it put out all her spark
I can’t walk through the park
Cops will shoot you when it’s dark
I had to remind my son cops will shoot you if you run
They straight up kicked us out y’all
Plus they got us outlawed
Feeling low because I’m poor
When the truth is we gods
They pushed us out cus we don’t got bread
My bank account is in the red
Say what
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda

Broken glass, Everywhere
People pissing on the gay bar thats owned by the bears
I can't take the smell
Can't take the noise
I didn't want to have to move but now I've got no choice
Rats in the front room. Roaches in the back
A trust fund baby with heroin tracks
Might have to pitch a tent because I can't move far
Got pushed out my hood. Now I'm living in my car
They pushed me out cus I don’t have bread
My bank account is in the red
Ahahahaha 
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda…
Pulled up in a Benz Coupe rolling up the windows
On me in the next lane
Dancin’ as my speakers blow
Snobby lady
Clutching on her bag
Peep, the silicone implants where her titty bags drag
Blood diamonds dangle
Sports a dead bengal
She serves evictions 
If you’re late on the rent bitch
Down by the peep show buying up the street
The cost of livings high and you’re ‘bout to loose your home
They bought the whole city
Now your
Money’s so shitty
You workin’ three jobs just to make it on your own
They pushed me out cus I don’t have bread
My bank account is in the red
Ahahahaha 
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda
My brothers doing bad
Wants to be on TV
Front like he got a bunch
But he’s not wealthy
No job in the day time
But party’s at night
You call the nigga broke and you prolly gotta fight
The bill collectors
They ring his phone
He screens his calls like he ain’t home
Flunked all his education
Steals his mamas libations
And could never hold a job because he don’t have the patience
He wrong
Sings songs
‘Bout how he got racks
Every time you turn around it’s..
"Smoke sum; where da pillies at"
A mid range copper chain
Bout to turn his neck green
How this nigga get one the gram takin selfies in front of planes
They pushed me out cus I don’t got bread
My bank account is in the red
My son said ‘dad I think I’m gonna go to school
Because you’re such a jerk
Don’t want to be like you
And all you do is smoke Reefa
And Mom‘s is gonna leave ya if you don’t get a job
You better be a street sweeper
Now move your feet
Turn off the beat
Where this suite and tie and
Go get us somthin’ to eat
Cus it’s all about this money you can’t have baby’s that’s hungry’
But every time I get it somebody come take it from me
His nose fell off
Snorting cocaine
They took him to the Dr. Sewed his nose on again
Shot that girl
Right in her heart
She didn’t have no health care so it put out all her spark
I can’t walk through the park
Cops will shoot you when it’s dark
I had to remind my son cops will shoot you if you run
They straight up kicked us out y’all
Plus they got us outlawed
Feeling low because I’m poor
When the truth is we gods
They pushed us out cus we don’t got bread
My bank account is in the red
Say what
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda