Catch 22

What's gangsta
In my humble opinion
What's gangsta is knowledge
Spilled out on the trackTell me who are we really
When we don't know our history
What good is the church for
When you can't trust the priestGuess the lies are easier to swallow
Than it is to face the truth
But the struggles of tomorrow
Are the same ones as the pastWishing I could prophecy
Or perhaps just fade away
For brand new better day
So until my dying dayLiving 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 yeahIf 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 policeWhile 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 changeIt's got me passing back and forth on concrete
Wishing I could prophecy
Or perhaps just fade away
So until my dying dayLiving 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 yeahThis one is for my profess
That don died way to soon
In the same block with the cracked rocks
And another closed down schoolFor all the precious babies
With fathers locked down with fake crime
For the sleep walking and blind chilling
On ice slain by the mindI ain't gonna settle
No change is going to come
Each one reaches one
My word ain't done, am gonna keep on livingLiving 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 yeahLiving 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