It Is What It Is - Derek Minor

Cold world most of my kin dead or the pen

That’s why I’m an Eskimo, I bought an igloo and put on my wrist

Ran out of option we gotta survive so we takin risk

Committing sin we gotta live

It is what it is

Red dot on your white tee it look like Japan

The 40 is on me and if I get hot it blow like a fan

They talk bout the hood like they know the answer but never been in

Committing sin we gotta live

It is what it is

Yeah, yeah, everybody got the answers (answers)

They say that they plan is to master (master)

They preaching to us like they pastors (amen)

Yeah, yeah, the government treat us like cancer (cancer)

The prison system make us bastards (bastards)

Our sin on the news and it’s plastered

We can’t even turn to charity, they make money off our tragedy (they get the

money)

If life’s like a school of hard knock, street will teach you like academy

Everybody in they glass house, tell us what we need to do to make it out

When they was born on that mountaintop, they ain’t seen the bottom,

they don’t know the route (they don’t know the route)

You think that we choose this environment?

I wish I could choose an entitlement

Instead of being born in poverty and hungry hyena’s surrounding me

The Fortune 500 won’t hire me

So we create our own economies

With dope money, yeah, our salary

Just to feed our families

I close my eyes and pray that God to live in me

Churches move into our hood but they don’t come and speak

While they gentrified, we risk our life

Selling dope, prolly die not knowing Christ

Cold world most of my kin dead or the pen

That’s why I’m an Eskimo, I bought an igloo and put on my wrist

Ran out of option we gotta survive so we takin risk

Committing sin we gotta live

It is what it is

Red dot on your white tee it look like Japan

The 40 is on me and if I get hot it blow like a fan

They talk bout the hood like they know the answer but never been in

Committing sin we gotta live

It is what it is

I used to wonder why, we blow our whole tax refund

On brand new J’s, a Gucci belt, a few gold chains

When you can put that change in a IRA

You just waiting, by the time that you retire

You’ll be at the millionaire stage

What’s the point of saving anything

You die, you can’t take it with you

And that will probably be tonight the way that they shooting, they straight out

to hit you

I bet you God hear the prayers of millions of mothers

And they all sound the same, even though their sons in different gangs

And they shooting at each other right now

You hear her cries now

Now he’s a hashtag they debating 'bout it online now

That’s what I call an abortion

And since we talking about abortions

We ain’t put them clinics in our own hood, somebody making a fortune

You talking 'bout these mothers like they out here killing for sport

Rather kill they baby in her belly before he get brought in this war

You politicize our genocides

Then use the victim as an scapegoat

But if you care like you say to do

You should talk less and do more

Cold world most of my kin dead or the pen

That’s why I’m an Eskimo, I bought an igloo and put on my wrist

Ran out of option we gotta survive so we takin risk

Committing sin we gotta live

It is what it is

Red dot on your white tee it look like Japan

The 40 is on me and if I get hot it blow like a fan

They talk bout the hood like they know the answer but never been in

Committing sin we gotta live

It is what it is