How we feel (feat. chingy)

Intro:
Either they dont know, dont show, or dont care about whats going on in the hood.

Uh uh, yeah, uh yeah yeah this your boy chingaling man, need to talk to the world real quick, talk to em man, you know we got a lot of problems going on in the inner city, in the ghetto, in the hood, they aint hearin you, aint nobody touchin on, democrats, republicans, all those folks, you know they dont care whats going on in the ghetto anyway.

Verse 1:
Errday i wake up with a regular mentality, but im a target on the street and thats just reality, cats in the ghetto aint never had a high salary, except makin deals and selling blow in the alley, see the system was made for us to fail, look at the jails, overpopulated with mexicans and young black males, i aint tellin the tale, so we choose heaven or hell, dont care about letters from school, we'd rather get street mail, i been a witness to some murders snitchin i do without it, but then i wonder why the damn police dont do nothing about it, go to the unemployment office, hell yeah its crowded, our hoods takin wrong turns now its time to reroute it, i know a lil dude 13, carry a burner dropped out of school, teacher said he wasnt a fast learner, sometimes i wonder in 20 years i wonder where we gon be, when i say we, i mean my black community, ya digg.

Chorus:
They dont know, how it feels to hurt so long, cos they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through.

Verse 2:
Pardon my french but i dont think we ready for a lady president, its evident that its a mans world so thats irrelevant, the system think we all niggas and we not intellegent, but martin luther and malcolm taught me before im heavensent, the girls havin kids and they still some kids, poppin them out one after another like thats what it is, its innocent cats doin bizz, they just tryin to life, and the police dont even know if the crime they did, its got my brain in a twist, so im twistin a eaf, on my balcony smokin and drinkin trying to see some relief, if i can change our neighborhoods i would, put that on me, this world messed up, and that stevie wonder can see, so to my dogs locked down set ya mind free, cos you and i dont even believe you can get your degree, sometimes i wonder in 20 years where we gon be, and when i say we i mean my black community, lets go.

Chorus:
They dont know, how it feels to hurt so long, cos they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through.

Verse 3:
I twist the cap off the bottle, take a sip and see tomorrow, like pac, wash away the sorrow while police hit the block, i be up all night, askin god for the truth, he told me thinking translated in my own words in the booth, try to reach the youth, cos thats what matters today, im aint too religious but i get on my knees and pray, sometimes i wonder in 20 years where we gon be, i aint gotta wonder no more, my people rollin with me, yeah.

Chorus:
They dont know, how it feels to hurt so long, cos they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through.

Outro:
Yeah, they'll never come through wo oh oh, they dont know about this thing.