Meek Mill – Trauma (Official Music Video)

Lyrics for “Trauma” performed by Meek Mill

Used to be a dreamer

Uh, my mama used to pray that she’d free me in jail
It’s f**ked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with lil papi, it hurt even tho it seemed to be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my .. don’t wanna see me do well
It’s either that or black people for sell
Gave me 2 to 4 years like, f**k your life, meet me in hell
And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider

Trying to impress them people in power when power abusing us
For 44 dollars an hour, you coward they using ya’
Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate
This where the so-called real n**gas sweeping up for cupcakes
.. your phone time, if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t on line
Call your son, call your daughter to wish them more prime
Oh God, don’t let them streets get a hold of em’
Your daughter f**king now, it’s gon be a cold summer

Your son trapping now and your homie giving nose to him
And if he f**k that paper up, he putting holes through him
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him’
And them people ain’t finna give no parole to ya’
They want blood, we all hanging with a noose on our neck
Marcelli mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won’t make it to the wake unless he give em’ a check
We still n**gas tho, what you expect

I just wanna
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the morning feeling evil
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school bullet holes in the locker

Ain’t no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy 20 times when they could’ve told him to just freeze
Could’ve put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
That’s what the old lady said when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And on the 13th amendment, it don’t say that we kings
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing

They told Kaep’ stand up if you wanna play for a team
And all his teammates ain’t saying a thing
If you don’t stand for nothing, you gon’ fall for something
And in them 60’s, if you kneeled, you’d prolly be killed
But they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled

I just wanna
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the morning feeling evil
Uhh, trauma versuri.online
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school bullet holes in the locker

How many times you send me to jail to know that I won’t fail
Invisible shackles on the king, cuz s**t, I’m on bail
I went from selling out arenas to s**t, now I’m on sale
Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my freedom

Almost made me hate my people
When they label you felon, it’s like they telling you they not equal
11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
I’m on a jail card, trying to explain it to my baby
I gotta do the counting tonight, and that’s a maybe
Trauma

I just wanna
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the morning feeling evil
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school bullet holes in the locker…

➤ Album: Championships
Meek Mill 2018

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