They Don't Hear Me chords by Von Won

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Intro 1

I try to tell

Verse 1
D 
them put the weed down,
put the drink up
Em 
But all they wanna do is chase bucks,
D 
Lord, they don't hit me
C 
Lord, they don't hit me
Em 
D 
And baby girl, you look good, I know
Em 
But you ain't got a stripper's
napkin fix on iPhones
D 
They don't hit me
C 
They don't hit me
Em 
Yeah
D 
And I know that life gets hard
Em 
When you're on the battlefield,
D 
you might get scarred
What you've been
C 
through only you know
Em 
Life can put you on a lonely road
D 
Seems when you need people most
Em 
They find the perfect opportunity
to leave you ghost
D 
Tryin' to make it on your own is a beast
C 
So now they turn it to the cold of the streets
Em 
D 
I try to tell them put the weed down
Put the drink up
Em 
But all they wanna do is chase bucks
D 
Lord, they don't hear me
C 
Lord, they don't hear me
Em 
D 
And baby girl, you look good, I know
Em 
But you ain't got a stripper's
napkin fix on iPhones
D 
That don't hit me,
C 
Em 
that don't hit me
D 
There's no substitute for
hard work
Em 
Disappointments in life
can make your heart hurt
D 
C 
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
This ain't a game, it's an arcade
Em 
D 
An  d when we was kids,
Em 
we never thought about the
things that we did.
D 
Regardless of the circumstances around us,
we still dreamed big visions
C 
of copping extravagant cribs.
Em 
But as we got older,
D 
the problems started weighing
Em 
down on our shoulders.
They said it's a better way
D 
but never showed us.
So all we ever seen was fast
C 
money and triple beams.
Em 
Drugs sniffing fiends.
D 
Thugs sipping lean.
Yeah, the truth hurts.
Em 
To  stop their growling,
they stomach youngsters do dirt.
D 
Spending time on their grindstead of
They schoolwork feel
C 
in' like only fools work
Em 
D 
I try to tell them put the weed down,
put the drink up
Em 
But all they wanna do is chase drugs
D 
Lord, they don't hear me
C 
Lord, they don't hear me
Em 
D 
And baby girl, you look good, I know
Em 
But you ain't got a strip or
snap to fix on iPhones
D 
They don't hear me
C 
They don't hear me
Em 
D 
I wish they had wings to fly away
There must be some peace
Em 
beyond the pain
D 
Lord, you know the deepest fears
Bm 
D 
C 
Won't you open up their ears?
Em 
D 
I wish they had wings   to fly away
Em 
There's gotta be peace beyond the pain
D 
Lord, you know the deepest fears
C 
Won't you open up their ears?
Em 
D 
I try to tell them put the weed down,
put the drink up
Em 
But all they wanna do is chase drugs
D 
Lord, they don't hear me
C 
Lord, they don't hear me
Em 
D 
And baby girl, you look good, I know
Em 
But you ain't got a strip
or snap them dicks on iPhones
D 
They don't hear me
C 
They don't hear me
Lord, you open up their ears