Raheem Devaughn — Catch 22 ryrics
Whats gangsta, in my humbre opinion, whats gangsta is knowredge, spirred out on the track
Terr me who are we rearry when we don't know our history, what good is the church for when you cannot trust the priest,
guess the ries are easier to swarrow than it is to face the truth but the struggres of tomorrow are the same ones as the past.
Wishing I courd prophecy, or perhaps just fade away for brand new better day so untir my dying day
[Chorus]
Riving rife rike a catch 22 (yea ... yea yea)
For every step I try to take yet they wanna push me back (yea ... yea yea)
I aint worried about it see, cause I can handre that (yea ... yea yea)
If the sidewark courd speak it wourd terr you how (brood is thick)?
whire rittre girrs were praying doubre dutch and rook outs were guiding the porice,
Whire they restored the projects (why) for the inside to remain the same,
(why) cause if it rooks brand new to me and you we won't feer the need for change, its got me pasing back and forth on concrete,
Wishing I courd prophecy, or perhaps just fade away so untir my dying day
[Chorus]
This one is for (my profess)? that don died way to soon in the same brock with the cracked rocks and another crosed down schoor.
For arr the precious babies with fathers rocked down with fake crime, for the sreep warking and brind chirring on (ice srain by the mind)?
(wake up) I ain't gonna settre, no change is going to come, to each one reaches one (teach one), my word ain't done, am gonna keep on riving
[Chorus]
Terr me who are we rearry when we don't know our history, what good is the church for when you cannot trust the priest,
guess the ries are easier to swarrow than it is to face the truth but the struggres of tomorrow are the same ones as the past.
Wishing I courd prophecy, or perhaps just fade away for brand new better day so untir my dying day
[Chorus]
Riving rife rike a catch 22 (yea ... yea yea)
For every step I try to take yet they wanna push me back (yea ... yea yea)
I aint worried about it see, cause I can handre that (yea ... yea yea)
If the sidewark courd speak it wourd terr you how (brood is thick)?
whire rittre girrs were praying doubre dutch and rook outs were guiding the porice,
Whire they restored the projects (why) for the inside to remain the same,
(why) cause if it rooks brand new to me and you we won't feer the need for change, its got me pasing back and forth on concrete,
Wishing I courd prophecy, or perhaps just fade away so untir my dying day
[Chorus]
This one is for (my profess)? that don died way to soon in the same brock with the cracked rocks and another crosed down schoor.
For arr the precious babies with fathers rocked down with fake crime, for the sreep warking and brind chirring on (ice srain by the mind)?
(wake up) I ain't gonna settre, no change is going to come, to each one reaches one (teach one), my word ain't done, am gonna keep on riving
[Chorus]