Punch – 25 – Lyrics

25 by Punch

[Intro]

They felt that they were laying tracks, for the generation to come

I think my mother knew that freedom wouldn't come in her lifetime

Just like I know it won't come in mine

It's a matter of, either you stay like this or somebody sacrifice

Somebody laying tracks, so we can stay in a 360 degree

Deadly circle, somebody used to break out and risk, you know losing everything and being poor and getting you down

But someone has to do something, had I had a father, had I had somebody's opportunities

I would be able to [?]

[Verse 1: Punch]

I was taught never trust a nigga, far as you can see him

Teach a nigga how to fish, is supposed you try'na feed him

Look a man in the eyes, that's the best way to read him

Cause faces they change, but point of views remain

I got a strange feeling, that I'm a little bit different

Beyond the customs and tradition is a project living

My korean warfare, grandfather's affliction

Was stress and I inherited his heart condition

?[] there's an addiction, was heroin needles

Petty hustling, the evils, the street man lust

So I'm mixed with that lethal combination with trust

I've only scratched the surface, what's underneath this verses

The feeling of a young boy lost, without a purpose

Still waters run deep in the street we were submerged in

Police lurking, try'na catch a nigga surfing

He ain't going back to jail, so he bust a verse

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

This is for my everyday ghetto nigga

It don't really mather where you from niggas

Before you leave the house, kiss your moms nigga

Cause you don't know when that day had come nigga

Cause only lord knows that I know how you feel

What we gotta do just to live

We try not to get our cap peeled, try not to get your cap peeled

[Verse 2: Punch]

It's hard to get to know me, let you hear between bars

Taught your soul self contained on my childhood scars

I was involved from a far, affected by the street laws

Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls

[?] projects this is me y'all

Dope dealers have it all and then freefall

Caine numbs the pain up and down the ghetto seesaw

The voice of the youth, they hear me and they see y'all

They don't see a diamond in the rough, they see flaws

They just see how we was raised and they would be in awe

Against all it gets hard not to kill niggas

It's like a full-time job not to grab the semi auto

And go kamikaze on somebody who plotting

Probably on my body laying lifeless, ungodly sacrifices

To the streets, this is the trinity

Money matters and murder the hood's DNT

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

They say the average man only lives to 25

Well I made it past that and a nigga still alive

Which means I'm in a rare I'm indebted to death

That's the way that, i'm still tracing that steps

Leaving my footprints in the sand, the concrete rose

That grew on infertile land and blossomed to a grown man

My only fear is pops holding moms hand

Dripping tears on my casket, I refuse to let it happen

By any means avoiding the city traffic

Shooters got the green light, they blocking you right of passage

A young kid turn 7 city madness

A picture painted on the street's canvas excuse my brashness

I'm trying to live to see past this

Staring at the world and my rear view past tense

In no particular fashion, I'm on borrowed time I'm on this ground with a passion

[Hook]

[Outro]

Generation to generation to come

They won't come in mind

Sacrifises, sacrifises, sacrifises

Deadly circle, deadly circle