It Is What It Is

Ha, ha, ha, On Beat
 Cold world most of my kin dead or the pen
 That's why I'm an Eskimo, I bought an igloo and put on my wrist
 Ran out of option we gotta survive so we takin risk
 Committing sin we gotta live, it is what it is
 Red dot on your white tee it look like Japan
 The 40 is on me and if I get hot, it blow like a fan
 They talk bout the hood like they know the answer but never been in
 Committing sin we gotta live, it is what it is
 Yeah, yeah, everybody got the answers (answers)
 They say that they plan is the master (master)
 They preaching to us like they pastors (amen)
 Yeah, yeah, the government treat us like cancer (cancer)
 The prison system make us bastards (bastards)
 Our sin on the news and it's plastered!
 We can't even turn to charity, they make money off our tragedy
 (They get the money)
 If life a school of hard knock, street will teach you like academy
 Everybody in they glass house
 Tell us what we need to do to make it out
 When they was born on that mountaintop, they ain't seen the bottom, they don't know the route (they don't know the route)
 You think that we choose this environment?
 I wish I could choose an entitlement
 Instead of being born in poverty and hungry hyenas surrounding me
 The Fortune 500 won't hire me
 So we create our own economies
 With dope money, yeah, our salary
 Just to feed our families
 I close my eyes and pray that God deliver me
 Churches move into our hood but they don't come and speak
 While they gentrify, we risk our life
 Selling dope, probably die not knowing Christ
 Cold world most of my kin dead or the pen
 That's why I'm an Eskimo, I bought an igloo and put on my wrist
 Ran out of option we gotta survive so we takin risk
 Committing sin we gotta live, it is what it is
 Red dot on your white tee it look like Japan
 The 40 is on me and if I get hot, it blow like a fan
 They talk bout the hood like they know the answer but never been in
 Committing sin we gotta live, it is what it is
 I used to wonder why, we blow our whole tax refund
 On brand new J's, a Gucci belt, a few gold chains
 When you can put that change in a IRA
 You just waiting, by the time that you retire
 You'll be at the millionaire stage
 What's the point of saving anything
 You die, you can't take it with you
 And that will probably be tonight the way that they shooting, they straight out to hit you
 I bet you God hear the prayers of millions of mothers
 And they all sound the same, even though their sons in different gangs
 And they shooting at each other right now
 You hear her cries now
 Now he's a hashtag they debating 'bout it online now
 That's what I call an abortion
 And since we talking about abortions
 We ain't put them clinics in our own hood, somebody making a fortune
 You talk 'bout these mothers like they out here killing for sport
 Rather kill they baby in her belly before he get brought in the war
 You politicize our genocides
 Then use the victim as an scapegoat
 But if you care like you say to do
 You should talk less and do more
 Cold world most of my kin dead or the pen
 That's why I'm an Eskimo, I bought an igloo and put on my wrist
 Ran out of option we gotta survive so we takin risk
 Committing sin we gotta live, it is what it is
 Red dot on your white tee it look like Japan
 The 40 is on me and if I get hot, it blow like a fan
 They talk bout the hood like they know the answer but never been in
 Committing sin we gotta live, it is what it is