| This is for the mandem on road
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| That’s living life so bait
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| Knowing them boys might raid
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| So they communicate through morse code
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| You know how it goes
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| The laws wrote are hard to live by
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| 9 2 5 ain’t gonna pay the bills & keep your kids fly
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| So
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| We’re on some shit like
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| Fuck you! |
| I’mma get mine
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| With or without your help
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| I did all this shit all by myself
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| 300 pound designer belts are cool
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| But I’m tryna find myself
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| And life’s like a jungle when you’re stuck up in this white man’s world
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| I don’t need no handouts
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| But some guidance would be nice 'cuz
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| All these olders are showing us its drugs & violence
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| I try to read my bible
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| But I got disturbed by sirens
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| And I can’t listen to these rappers
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| They’re a bunch of liars
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| They’re always talking bout the killings they do
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| But if that was flipping true
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| They’d be in jail not spitting to you
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| Listen UK stand up
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| Its a new day
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| Count your money
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| Keep your food wrapped up
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| Fuck police they can’t stand us
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| This is for
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| The mandem, The galdem, The famdem, the gangdem
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| The mandem, the galdem, the famdem (x4)
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| This is For the.
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| This is for the galdem on road
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| That’s living life so cold
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| Babydaddy dipped
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| And the yutes only 2 years old!
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| You feel neglected
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| Don’t get it twisted I see you doh
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| I know you have to provide for your child
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| All alone
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| Rain, sleet or snow
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| Now that’s a soldier
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| A princess, a nubian queen
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| Why do we do this to our sisters?
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| What happened to Luther’s dream?
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| Did it end on the balcony?
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| And what happened at Malcolm’s speech?
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| All your heard was *bang bang*
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| The smoke cleared and he’s there lying in pieces…
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| And we don’t even rest in peace here
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| Too busy acting reckless
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| Loading up the devil’s weapons
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| This shit that I spit will probably get me thrown in a mental section
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| 9 to 5's a waste of life
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| I’m heading in my own direction
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| Forget slaving for them
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| That cheque ain’t paying the rent
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| I carry boss status
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| From now to the day that I’m dead
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| They’re like 'Samson you keep it real
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| I love the way that you spit'
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| This is for my gangdem and famdem
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| Kick back & blaze a head WHAT?! |