| Okay
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| If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation
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| For all the hell you’ve endured, while helping me reach my destination
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| And this effort to bless the nation
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| I’ve might had did more harm than good
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| But I’ve always showed you heart, this is just my but apart from would
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| Man I love the darkest hood
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| But also the brightest suburb
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| To think I would just despise the folks because I’m broke and white it’s absurd
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| I’m told be tight you get heard, but I don’t hear my vinyl spinning
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| Yeah we found some distribution, but bet the crying is just beginning
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| Cause these bright nights, could lead to dark days and vice versa
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| Even if Greg Street don’t play, I guarantee you a nice purchase
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| Frankly, I’m quite certain I’m the livest fucker out there
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| I’m making love to the truth, inside that vocal booth without care
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| I won’t even talk about stares
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| From angry alleged rappers
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| Cause every time they get confronted, they’ll give you head than dap ya
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| This one don’t really need a hook, but Shannon said it’ll be a single
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| So I devote this to my life, so much more than a catch of a jiggle
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| Dark days, bright nights
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| For that outside in the night, you know what Bubba’s life is like
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| Bright nights, dark days
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| For them broads that truly love me and hate to see me live this way
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| Dark days, bright nights
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| For when they say you can’t live, fuck 'em, do it just out of spite
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| Bright nights, dark days
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| For every person without a voice that got something they need to say
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| See it’s imperative that you know, there’s a lot of folks that love Bubba
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| Not cause of any rap I wrote, they see something above gutter
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| Though, my pockets don’t reflect that
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| It’s my vision, and they respect that
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| Love comes in a form of a various drug, and I can’t neglect that
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| So me and my folks get fucked up like six nights out of seven
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| That’s the bright light of our lives
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| Like God’s shinning light right out of Heaven
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| But at the conclusion of every session
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| I wish that Dark Day to expose
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| The plight of my situation, no blow, no dough for big shows
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| But still they see we this close from seeing the promise land
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| So that leads to another bright night, when all of us is college grads
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| Being loved by the moms and dads
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| Which some of us wasn’t blessed with
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| You think we all born with two lovin' parents and a treasure chest
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| Shit, I was fortunate to be loved, by my paternal units
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| I’m gonna make their son a winner, fuck how bad it’ll hurt I’m doing it
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| Even if I was to ruin it
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| Never with me and my heart part ways
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| We developed too strong of a bond, turning bright nights into dark days
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| Yeah it’s true, I also do get praise from the other side of the tracks
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| You know, that dark days part of town, when they intentionally hide the blacks
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| Ain’t got no reply to that, I said I’m sorry if I’m to blame
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| I tried like hell to sooth your soul by planting the facts inside your brain
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| I never once lied to the game, the acceptance of not one black dude
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| It’s just Bubba that country fucker smoking swages and eating snack foods
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| Now every time they ask you, «why you live the way you choose too?»
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| Say cause Bubba set you right, the only one they loved, knew you
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| That leaves you with no excuse to settle with what they offer
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| He try to pay you the slave wagers, play that role, and tell 'em naw, sir
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| I’ll probably won’t even fault you dismiss me as the demon
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| It is true, I am not you, my skin’s the tone of piss and semen
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| But if we fight this evening, I assure you, we’ll both bleed red
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| And it’ll take your whole slum and all your guns to leave me dead
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| Plus all that blood we shed what do nothin' but server their purpose
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| So let’s unite these bright nights and dark days, then see who nervous |