Blood is supposed to be thicker than water is Nowadays we can't even stomach the thought of it
It's like we can't even get along
Who right and who in the wrong?
Too busy pointing fingers like it's politics
I tell you sh. ut up, you tell me be quiet, too much dysfunction
Cut up like we at a riot, kicking and punching
Ain't nobody here to mediate it
And you would think that we wasn't even related
Why are we even throwing blows in the first place?
We fight at cook outs, picnics and birthdays
I tried to give the benefit but in the worst case
You keep on talking smack, you end up with a hurt face
And we tried everything, now it's time for plan B
If Bloods and Crips can reconcile, why can't we?
I guess I'm ratchet like my mama and my poppa
I'm chasing the sky and I ain't talking 'bout the vodka, let's fly