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作曲 : Erik Stephens |
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Oh Lord, I'm so weary |
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Yeah yeah |
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Aha, yo |
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What if I was painting the picture of what my life was like |
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It would require more than black and white |
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Green as the traffic light |
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That symbolizes the way that my pops would always go |
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Without leaving a little dough for the rapid growth of my appetite |
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Please hand me the blue, I gotta finish mama face |
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By the way, for the skyline, I need a little grey |
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Not a day goes by, that I don't think about my brother as he lay |
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In that white suit beside in that packed church |
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While different shades of brown just follow their black hearse |
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I wanna react worse, but God had another plan |
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First marriage, then childbirth, that white dress and pink bassinet |
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Took gallons of paint and I ain't finished yet |
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Then my son came and took every color that I get |
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'Cause the boy's portrait of dad has a permanent effect |
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Don't touch it, please, that picture still wet, look at that |
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I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind, give me a sign, please |
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No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed, I gotta find peace |
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When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind, you on a live feed |
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You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst, listen and follow my lead |
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Soon as he, turn on the breaking news |
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A 3-year-old just got murdered in his home by some reckless dude |
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Probably was drinking booze |
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Now a baby is buried and he's in a cage |
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How much do we stand to lose |
| [01:54.534]Facin' these obstacles, [?] |
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The whole world's spiritually sick, we need a hospital |
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We in the final days, watchin' in complete amaze, as the world go up in smoke, but we set the blaze |
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But yall in killing phase, this pure genocide, as we fightin' to survive just to stay alive |
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That's a whole 'nother battle itself |
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Just maintaining your health is the greatest of wealth |
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Gotta double check on your food, that you pour from the shelf |
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If we let them, they gon' feed us to death, ah |
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We in a war to preserve what's left |
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As I maintain my balance and strength so I pray |
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I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind, give me a sign, please |
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No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed, I gotta find peace |
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When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind, you on a live feed |
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You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst, listen and follow my lead |
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We want fame, money, jewels |
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Picture more cars, niggas, food |
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We want more drugs, pills, liquor |
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Make us more sicker and the hoes more thicker |
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We got no love, no chill, no honor |
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We got no rules, no mama, no fathers |
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So no code, no ethics, no Guidance |
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No remorse, so the consequences more violent |
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Vocal cords crushed, no requesting your silence |
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Blow the horns |
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This is just another funeral |
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Just another day and this is nothing that's unusual |
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Oh Lord, we so desensitized |
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You see whats televised |
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Begging for some better times |
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Government be telling lies |
| [03:34.818]They kind of [?] |
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Kind of like they penny-wise |
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Please God, send a sign |
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Or take me from the self inflicted Hell we live in, oh Lord |
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I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind, give me a sign, please |
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No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed, I gotta find peace |
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When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind, you on a live feed |
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You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst, listen and follow my lead |
