Catch 22

What's gangsta
 In my humble opinion
 What's gangsta is knowledge
 Spilled out on the track
 Tell me who are we really
 When we don't know our history
 What good is the church for
 When you can't trust the priest
 Guess the lies are easier to swallow
 Than it is to face the truth
 But the struggles of tomorrow
 Are the same ones as the past
 Wishing I could prophecy
 Or perhaps just fade away
 For brand new better day
 So until my dying day
 Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah
 For every step I try to take yet they wanna push me back
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I ain't worried about it see
 'Cause I can handle that, yeah yeah yeah
 If the sidewalk could speak
 It would tell you how blood is lick?
 While little girls were playing double dutch
 And look outs were guiding the police
 While they restored the projects
 For the inside to remain the same
 'Cause if it looks brand new to me and you
 We won't feel the need for change
 It's got me passing back and forth on concrete
 Wishing I could prophecy
 Or perhaps just fade away
 So until my dying day
 Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah
 For every step I try to take yet they wanna push me back
 Yeah yeah yeah
 I ain't worried about it see
 'Cause I can handle that, yeah yeah yeah
 This one is for my profess
 That don died way to soon
 In the same block with the cracked rocks
 And another closed down school
 For all the precious babies
 With fathers locked down with fake crime
 For the sleep walking and blind chilling
 On ice slain by the mind
 I ain't gonna settle
 No change is going to come
 Each one reaches one
 My word ain't done, am gonna keep on living
 Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah
 For every step I try to take yet they wanna push me back
 Yeah yeah yeah
 I ain't worried about it see
 'Cause I can handle that, yeah yeah yeah
 Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah yeah
 Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah yeah
 Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah yeah