| Some said he did it all for a fat gold rope
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| Or was it at the mall over a fashionable coat?
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| Speculations abound
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| Was he really broke?
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| Word around town he getting pounds of that okey doke
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| And you know how that go
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| I just heard that though, I don’t really know
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| Interrogation room; |
| Utz chips; |
| cherry coke
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| Mentholated smoke
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| That’s that New Negro
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| W.E.B. |
| Du Bois in the peacoat
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| H.B.C.U. |
| keynote speaker
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| Rewrote history only to find the future bleaker
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| Black Orpheus
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| My girl eloped with the reaper
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| Throw the next bitch down the well
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| If she floats, that’s a keeper
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| In the lab white smoke bubble out the beaker
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| Hunchback jump when I yell «Eureka!»
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| Love don’t cost a thing
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| But I’m looking for something cheaper
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| No more space to hide
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| Tell me who gon' change my mind
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| I felt all wrong inside
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| How to make it right?
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| Someone told a lie
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| No more space to hide
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| Tell me who gon' change my mind
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| No more space to hide
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| To the corner sat a wide eyed younging in the rear pew
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| Rev. kept his timepiece flooded
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| Many mansions' what I’m heir to
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| Kingdom kid with an apocalyptic worldview
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| Fire from the sky into oceans, swirling like whirlpools
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| Mom talking about «Don't have me look for you behind the gates
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| Can we all just die now? |
| I shouldn’t have to wait.»
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| Maybe when I’m older I’ll have half her faith
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| Give or take
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| Tell them rich niggas pass the plate
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| Trap house of the lord where some would traffic weight
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| Hid under covers of the cloth
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| Statutory rape
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| Touch that old rugged cross
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| Sung his highest praise
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| True we all fall short, most disguise their pain
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| So you can talk that talk, make it seem less staged
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| Snatched down off that horse, how you see no shame?
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| What he call divine law made me look both ways
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| Twisted messages relayed
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| I didn’t come back the same |