[Intro] [Hook x2] Piece of mind Life on the streets of crime Violence and people dying Its the blind trynna lead the blind We cant leave this life that we lead behind We trynna find some [Verse 1 Rittz] Aint no peace in the Peach state Most of us totin a loaded weapon And children get exposed When they grow and they show aggression And hate Their parents never took a second to take A look and make sure the direction That they were headed was straight In tenth grade my friend tate was alive Fresh outta middle school They stabbed him in front of an arcade and he died Over Cambodian gang tats Eroded the brain back Memories of his funeral The moments of pain that I endured as a teen I done seen my fair share of scares My crew and I went everywhere prepared Because ?Im harmless? The calm side of life had been tarnished One of my best friends took a knife in the armpit For winning a fist fight 9 years later I still pray to god Thanking him for letting him live life The damage was done Same night, people came to rush my crib He came to fight em with his bandages on Cause there aint no mother fuckin peace [Hook x2] [Verse 2 Rittz] Man Atlanta aint as peaceful As the people would think Everybodys mind aint equally synched My homie hoodlum 15 got arrested for robbin An adolescent they kept him inside corrections Now hes legal to drink Sure you heard the same story before Just cause mines recorded It aint any more important than yours Its all distorted Were easily influence by money, power, respect Nobody wants to work for hours and sweat Specially when their parents struggle And they house is a wreck Every other kid around Is getting down with a set When I was young I was ?focused? Down with the crips or the bloods If not your crew was probably Hittin liqs and the drugs My homie slick used to show me the ropes The dos and donts of the streets My homie Charles made the both of us meet Now im his daughters godfather with pride Cant forget the day in 99 he cried Told me Charles had died Cause aint no mother fuckin peace [Hook x2] [Verse 3 Rittz] Everybody wanna rep with the tough guy What goes around comes around You better be expecting some gunfire Trynna mature trynna ignore The drama cause kharma been harmin Been leaving dad and momma to mourn There will always be more problems Try to handle em safely I dont want to end up in the ambulance racing With my family waiting in the emergency room Alotta prison facing death Convicted murderer doom Say goodbye to the hot sun My boy black told me get burnt He caught a couple bullet shots from the shotgun Hit is bicep instead of his chest Coulda bled to his death He wasnt ready yet I guess he was blessed I thank the lord that Im here Lookin forward to livin Instead of being someone People find important or fear Maybe then a little peace Will be in Georgia Or near your part of town My eyes are watered down Pourin with tears I need peace
rittz, trynna, peace, charles, homie