Children Of Men Trae tha Truth (Ft. Ink & J. Cole)

[Produced By: J. Cole]

[Intro: J. Cole]
Trae tha Truth
Cole World

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Wonder what it's like, how a nigga kill a nigga on sight
Did he hesitate? Think about his life
Think about his kids, think about his wife?
But that nigga heartless, group homes, nigga never had no fosters
Cause who taking home the little black kid?
Poor thing, his momma is a crackhead
So the state raised him, and the hate raised him
They clowned on him at school
But he fronted like it ain't phased him, shit
Now it's 'bout getting money
Cause these cool niggas think this shit is funny
Gotta have clothes, gotta have dough
Hoes ain't checking 'less you got plenty
Now a nigga selling dope
Holding onto a little hope of a better life, huh
But that hope fades so quick, cause he getting paid so quick
He be robbing niggas
Just to cop the shit that minimum wage won't get
Young niggas trapped, young niggas strapped
Heart turned black, won't turn back