| Yo, It’s just the thoughts I been thinking and writing
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| So yeah, Yo, It’s that shit be, Yo
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| Yo I was, Born with that black oil in my veins
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| Civil War of the brain, Let’s dig to the core of the pain
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| Guantanamo Bay, Torture chambers hidden away
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| Nigga my kid’ll get sprayed if I stay in the ghetto too long
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| Like Gapetto been pawned
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| Now the puppet back with the bushes next to the White House lawn
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| Unemployment checks make us think they trying
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| I ain’t buying it, Can’t afford it
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| One slip and it’s off into that mental coffin
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| One mistake, One ticket, One license plate out of date
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| Lead to jail time cause by bail crime was too much to pay
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| Had me buying similac with iron while you ate for free
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| And then rob off employees and they had steak for beef
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| Like Erwin in the reef, When we burning in the streets
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| They used to hang us, Bag us, Tag us, Same as Katrina relief
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| Some say they heard explosions when the levies was breached
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| Detroit schools shut down, No money to teach
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| But we in the Middle East setting up Governments for free
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| Where’s the mathematics, Where’s casino money from the gambling attics
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| Automatics, Sort of tragic but it’s reaching, Bullets torn across your fabrics
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| You left us behind with no choice to react quick, Let’s widen the gap
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| Then front a machine to his face, Tryna kill Africa with AIDS
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| Just like crack when it spreads to the people they want relief
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| (But I ain’t buying it nigga that’s raw beef)
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| Keep his thoughts to himself though
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| (But I ain’t buying it nigga that’s raw beef)
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| He keeps his thoughts to himself though
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| (But I ain’t buying it nigga that’s raw beef)
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| I keep my thoughts to myself though
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| Cause if I don’t I don’t make it though
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| Yo, He keep his thoughts with the bushes, Dope pushers, Crack addicts
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| That’s where we stash at, Sky view carries action
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| Come feel the pulse in my palm, Grip the seal like handle bars
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| Raised in the slums where graves get dug
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| Grandma’s knit rugs until cancer devourers their thoughts
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| From floor lights, Spiked tap water in vaults
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| A cauldron of thoughts stay bake’n in my mind oven
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| Without pay realize there ain’t no ways other
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| Some’ll rise in other men when the time is chosen
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| How could a tree grew up right if the roots is poisoned
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| Keep the loaded shells spray tucked away, Meet my left deltoid
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| Grimm Reap make you sleep animation boy
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| Like bounced checks, Empty clip, Remy fifths to sip
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| Certified mail, Burning high ale, Smile still |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baronze Obama , by - Bronze Nazareth. Song from the album Bronzestrumentals Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп