Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Get Right

These are the days, settle in
Look at the our kids left the ghetto in
They bustin' and ain't got remorse for the innocent
It's just another in the morgue

My momma was pregnant with a son she abort
'Cause she ain't knowin' I'm fin' to be facin'
Is nothin' short of a racially motivated killin' 'cause them
See a as only a third of a human [Incomprehensible]

time I see a cracker with a badge, I'm in awe
'Cause I'm knowin' how he feel and I'm just bein'
I hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret
We ain't class citizens and we ain't second either

to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch
The lack of money make a motherfucker bend
If you'd me than you die in the end again and again

I made it over to dry land but still wound up in quicksand
I'm Lord, I just can't get right
Paid my bills on Monday, even to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I can't get right

I lay in bed up at the ceiling
As the fan turns in a circle thinkin' 'bout my
Seein' end on my TV, bombs in the
Over Baghdad they fight but they don't why

What said about Hussein was a goddamn lie
Raised a war a religion for oil, don't lie
I seen kids from the livin' like they gon' die
With the mindset of be or let's go get high

If the cost of so crazy how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dollars, how the fuck we drive?
Can't to fill our prescriptions so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin' dope on every worldwide

Since, spies up and had the dope game on
Then it's only right for one nigga to go get
If they injured how they gon' survive?
If they stuck at the how the fuck they gon' ride?

I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in
I'm tryin' Lord, I can't get right
Paid my bills on Monday, even to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I can't get right

Ain't a muthafucker, first you think you got it
Then it all apart in front your eyes, try to stop it
But part of the plan that was written by the man
Got me down on my and my hands prayin'

Forgive me Lord, thank the I'm alive
'Cause I'm knowin' deep I coulda died
I so many tears, lost so many peers
In the grave or the penitentiary facin' twenty

Pourin' beers on the corner 'cause Frankie told me look a
Told me I was high, livin' blind to the that they sold us out
America the beautiful, a funeral on every day of the month
to get our knees broken, huh

It's another chance under circumstances
My people ain't but if we pray
Maybe we'll get to our life in the sun
of livin' on the blocks dyin' young, here I come

Ooh, made it, made it, it
But I can't get right, oh