Trauma Chords by Meek Mill

[Start]

[Intro]
Ab Eb Ab Eb G7 Cm
■  ■  ■  ■  ■  ■ 


[Verse]
     Cm             
Used to be a dreamer
Cm                
Dreamin' of a fire
                                          Eb  
My mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale
                   Eb                  
It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail
                  Gm                                              
On the visit with Lil Papi it hurt even though I seemed to be well
                                   Bb       
They got a smoker with a key to my cell damn
    Cm                                                  
And even worst my judge black don't wanna see me do well
                                     Eb  
It's either that or black people for sale
                    Gm                                       
Gave me two to four years like Fuck your life meet me in hell
    Bb                       Gm                    
And let it burn like Lucifer you look even stupider
Cm                                                      
Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us
D7                      Eb                           
For fortyfour dollars a hour you coward they using ya
Cm             Gm                           
Is it selfhate that made you send me upstate
                                                Bb          
This where the socalled real niggas sweeping up for cupcakes
                      Cm                                             
And that's your phone time if you ain't got no money you ain't online
    D7            Eb                                             
Hey call your son call your daughter just to wish them more prime
   G7            Gm7                           
Oh God don't let them streets get a hold of 'em
     Gm7                                            
Your daughter fuckin' now it's gon' be a cold summer
     Cm                                           
Your son trapping and your homie giving O's to him
       Cm                                                
And if he fuck that paper up he puttin' holes through him
        Gm                                               
And you just wanna make it home so you can show it to him
                                    Bb          
And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya


[Chorus]
          Cm                                           
They want blood we all hangin' with a noose on our neck
   Cm                                         
My celly mom just died he wanna use my collect
    Gm                                                     
And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check
   Gm                                 
We still niggas though what you expect
       Gm 
I just won
Cm                                
I was on the corner with the reefa
             Eb                         Gm
And they got us warring for our freedom ■ 
Gm                                  
See my brother blood on the pavement
                       Bb                  
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil
           Cm
Uhh trauma ■ 
Dm                       Eb           Cm  
■  When them drugs got a hold of your mama
                    Gm                 
And the judge got a hold on your father
      Bb                     Cm        
Go to school bullet holes in the locker
      Cm                                 
Ain't no PTSDs them drugs keep it at ease
     D7                                   Eb                           
They shot that boy twenty times when they could've told him just freeze
Gm7                                                      
Could've put him in a cop car but they let him just bleed
    Gm                              Bb     
The ambulance they coming baby just breathe


[Verse]
Cm                                             
That's what the old lady said when she screamed
                             Eb                   
This nightmare on Elm Street Friday the thirteenth
    Gm                                                    
And in the thirteenth amendment it don't say that we kings
     Gm                                             
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
     Cm                                              
They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team
                                     Eb   
And all his teammates ain't saying a thing
       Gm7                                                
If you don't stand for nothing you gon' fall for something
       Gm          Gm7            Bb                    
And in the 'sixtys if you kneeled you'd prolly be killed
         Cm                                                    
But they don't kill you now they just take you out of your deal
     D7                                Eb     
Kill your account look where money get spilled
                  Gm                                                    
Check it and they don't kill you now they just take you out of your deal
     Gm                                       
Kill your account look where money get spilled


[Chorus]
Gm        
I just won
Cm                                
I was on the corner with the reefa
    Dm       Eb                         Cm
And they got us warring for our freedom ■ 
Gm                                  
See my brother blood on the pavement
                       Bb      Cm      Dm  
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil
          
Uhh trauma
Eb                                 Gm  
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
    Gm                                 
And the judge got a hold on your father
      Gm                               
Go to school bullet holes in the locker


[Bridge]
         Cm                                                 
How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail
Cm                                                    
Invisible shackles on the king 'cause shit I'm on bail
                                   Gm              
I went from selling out arenas now shit I'm on sale
     Gm                                        
Them cold nights starting to feel like hell uhh
Cm                                    
Watching a black woman take my freedom
                       Eb    
Almost made me hate my people
                    G7              Gm                             
When they label you felon it's like they telling you they not equal
                            Bb                                   Cm       
Eleven years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy
                            Cm              
Twentythree hours in a cell somebody save me
       Eb                                  Gm     
I'm on a jail call trying to explain it to my baby
                                         Gm     
I gotta do the calendar twice and that's a maybe
       Gm        
Trauma I just won


[Chorus]
Cm                                
I was on the corner with the reefa
    D                             Gm     
And ■ they got us warring for our freedom
                            Gm      
See my brother blood on the pavement
                   Bb                       Cm
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil ■ 
    Cm    
Uhh trauma
          Eb                           
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
    Gm                                 
And the judge got a hold on your father


[Outro]
                          Cm Eb Gm Cm Gm        
Go to school bullet holes in ■  ■  ■  the locker
    Gm    
Uhh trauma


[End]