The Art of Peer Pressure

Seems like the blacker the berry,

the sweeter the juice

The darker the skin,

the tighter the noose

I remember pulling up with a 2000 motorola

two twinkies, a ringpop, orange soda

We sat on the cars and talk about life

We all victims of our mind, we keep it tight

We want to worship god. Wel latleast I do.

But my niggas won't let me get the sign through.

I wouldn't dare thinking of picking up the Lou

But I'm with my niggas. I'm drinking purple juice.

But I'm with my niggas.

 

I remember My boy struggled to pay bills.

His mom taking him to kitchen for free meals

And I'm sitting here like damn.

I need a way out

I need to stay out

My mind tells me this ain't up for discussion

I stay cussing. I can't think. I wanna Lecture

but I'm locked away by Peer pressure.

I'm trying yo move, I'm paralyzed.

I'm watching myself uncotrollably pick up coke and do the dice.

But I'm with the homies.

This ain't how my momma raised me.

I'm with the homies.

This is how they wanna make me.