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Sheek Louch

Genres: Hip-Hop

Walk Witt Me Lyrics - Sheek Louch

I don't know, maybe we can make a change, maybe not 

 

I'm tired of cryin', I'm tired of livin' 

I'm tired of niggaz, I'm tired of women 

Just wanna be myself, keep the fame 

Keep the wealth, give me my health 

 

Take me to a place where there ain't hatin' no more 

Where I don't gotta raise the hammer and clap the 4 

Where I don't gotta kick your door and ask for more 

Where I don't gotta dig your floor and look for raw 

 

Where I don't gotta serve no heads 

Cook no coke, no such thing as feds 

And there's no such thing as aids 

And little kids live the age they walk the stage 

 

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No little babies cryin', momma ain't dyin' 

Poppa livin' home, he got a steady job 

Everybody full, he don't gotta rob 

Damn 

 

Walk witt me, talk witt me 

Sometimes I just sit and think 

You know it's hard to express it y'all 

That's why I put it all in ink 

 

We ain't black or white 

Matter fact we are, but we don't have to fight or kill 

Maybe Malcom would've been alive still 

Maybe Martin would've been able to chill 

 

Maybe a black face on a dollar bill 

I keep hope alive that I stay alive 

I think it's comin', I'm tryin' not to drink and drive 

A place where the death penalty is gone 

 

Photos 

 

No arbotions, life only lives on 

Nobody gettin' shot for they chains 

And no hard labour jobs, we all usin' our brains 

And you don't have to strip through school 

 

Cover your body momma, everything is cool 

Let your daughter know her momz is smart 

And ask your heart 'fore you tear her apart 

I think I'm askin' for too much, man, damn 

 

Walk witt me, talk witt me 

Sometimes I just sit and think 

You know it's hard to express it y'all 

That's why I put it all in ink 

 

No murders on the 5 O'clock news 

Nobody's over Jordan and tennis shoes 

Nobody layin' on me, waitin' to blast 

I feel the spirits of my niggaz that passed 

 

It's like they're right here, I just cant see 'em 

Sometimes I'm jealous of 'em damn, I wanna be 'em 

Everybody fake, when will this ever end? 

If you don't know your enemy then you don't know your friend 

 

A place where there's no more wars, no more tears 

No more liquor, no more beers 

No more stocks, no more shares 

No more fights, no more jails, no more kites 

 

A place where you don't value money 

Just the air you breathe and everyday is sunny 

Know it can never happen and it's just rappin' 

And I'm dreamin' but damn 

 

Walk witt me, talk witt me 

Sometimes I just sit and think 

You know it's hard to express it y'all 

That's why I put it all in ink 

 

Walk witt me, talk witt me 

Sometimes I just sit and think 

You know it's hard to express it y'all 

That's why I put it all in ink 

That's why I put it all in ink 

That's why I put it all in ink 

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