Artist: Chief Kamachi Album: Rise & Rhyme Vol.1 Song: Get Righteous or Die Tryin' Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Chorus) x2 I gotta get righteous or die tryin' Born to be a king not a dope-dealer supplyin' Locked in a bottom of a jail cell cryin' Gangsters don't shed tears, the OG's lyin' [Chief Kamachi] I tote to the karma king tryna get the game score It ain't red or blue the color green start the gang war I did some things in life that I should be ashamed for Eight hours shifts in the snow by the same store Dope-fiends bopping their heads with a vein tour Walk with the steel umbrella if the rain pour Welcome to the world young fella', we getting slained more Can't think straight they putting poison in our brain core My sneaker money taking food our children stomach Three weeks in the street, watch the good feelings plummet Wasted so many days starring at the ceiling blunted Can't get a legal job, but nigga I don't really wanted it I ain't shit, eating off the devil fork Satanic degree, I ain't even a level short It ain't no sovereignty we strolling in a rebel court They talking some time, a young mind never thought God of the Universe, why'd you send me to this Earth? Show me my afterlife before you send me to the hearse I just wanted to put some pennies in my mommies purse College degree, I just might get hammy first Crazy, without the options that you gave me I feel that I was born to be a hustler since a baby Entrepreneur, settled in the wrong hood 24/7 peddling the wrong goods Just my path, dealing with the nonsense Don't wanna be a murderer with killings on my conscious Looking in the wine glass looking for my sanity Wars on, lay under a camouflage canopy It's serious, doped and quarantine our areas Niggas hungry better feed the pit bulls tear us Bite marks in the moon, nighttime scare ya Guns go boom like they came straight from Syria The government crooked, the people is crooked I'm just tryna get it back but they the first one took it That's my mindset; streets ain't got a pension for a crime vet Each day is our last, they don't know how much time left I hear a voice, "Brother take a divine steps Search deep within, that's where divines kept Pick up a book and study our history" Fam, king kidnapped got brought to a mystery ledge We came on a boat with a chain and a rope All we had was our God and our Kingdom of hope It's our mathematics that operate the cables ????? 40 acres nigga they gave us 40 ounces of dope Ready to snap like they programmed man to attack It took us centuries to get our fuckin' families back Ain't got a million from sports, ain't got a million from rap They working minimum wage tryna get 'em a nap It's been a minute since the fridge had some groceries packed All I can do is try to get where I'm supposed to be at See the light in the force code, days till the war drum All this bullshit, music making us more dumb The stress, drugs, and sex is weakening our health I ain't preaching at niggas, I'm just speaking for myself Child of Africa raised in America Traveling back home tryna purify my character (Chorus) x2 I gotta get righteous or die tryin' Born to be a king not a dope-dealer supplyin' Locked in a bottom of a jail cell cryin' Gangsters don't shed tears, the OG's lyin'