| Listen
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| If I don’t make it to my pillow 'fore these lights go out
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| Please write about me, cite my lyrics
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| And know they ignite my spirit
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| Poor babies fightin' depression
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| Been writin' them essays to graduate with no stage
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| On Zoom, motherfucka?
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| Send me the link, I’ll check into your room motherfucka
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| Cybercongradulate you, then purposely agitate you
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| Askin' questions like «how you supposed to protest with no chest?»
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| A big heart, but they closed down all the gyms
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| Wish you had more flex
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| A Rolex won’t keep you sane or safe from danger
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| They shut down nature
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| Where the fuck I’m supposed to place my anger
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| Ironically, my honesty might make me enemy of state
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| I trust that God’ll use my pen to draw his face
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| Still got my pistol on my waist
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| If I shouted ain’t nobody around to hear it
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| How 'bout it when it echo?
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| I sing loud to talk to my inner child, he feel it
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| Your dreams made out of Legos
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| I reach out despite the feeling they out to kill us
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| Get rowdy 'bout the Pesos
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| The solution for this whole institution
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| Just to breathe, we need to let go
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| Oh, we need to let go
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| Oh, we need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| Oh, we need to let go
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| Seven pounds of flesh will hang out
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| When it pierce your vest and it rang out
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| And them tears your best friend is cryin'
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| It appears won’t rest, but a page out
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| Of the book of life, shit, pray loud
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| Never took a knife to a gunfight
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| Pops got two strikes from the umpire
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| Stop light, two rights on a bumped tire
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| And the sirens push red and blue lights, told me pull over
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| I should feel safer but expired plates on old Toyotas
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| Means I can’t afford to pay tickets to two these racist rollers
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| They could pull the trigger, family can’t afford to pay the lawyer
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| Say the word
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| They tell me you got the access to a league of warriors
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| Eyes haven’t seen what heaven keeps in store for us
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| There’s more of us
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| But in this life some wars we can’t afford
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| I wrote this the day they killed George Floyd
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| We won’t forget your story
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| If I shouted ain’t nobody around to hear it
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| How 'bout it when it echo?
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| I sing loud to talk to my inner child, he feel it
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| Your dreams made out of Legos
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| I reach out despite the feeling they out to kill us
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| Get rowdy 'bout the Pesos
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| The solution for this whole institution
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| Just to breathe, we need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go (nah, bro, we done let go one too many times, my n***a)
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| Fuck bein' patient, give a pig a rope he’ll make a noose
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| And fuck lettin' go I’m all 'bout lettin' loose
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| Weapons prove that talk is cheap
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| Chalk’ll mark the spot, where are they arteries
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| Release the coldest blood that’s known from West to East
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| And we’re prone to trust the liar
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| Even though they test they feet upon our neck
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| Or shove their knee on our spine 'til we rest in peace
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| And they never get convicted
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| 'Cause this crooked ass system protects they peeps
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| They killed her uncle, now who’s gon protect they niece
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| We built the pyramids, why do they still experiment on the ghetto
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| Was taught that if you walked the earth you are my fellow
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| Must be naive 'cause I weave through all this black and white searchin' for
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| yellow
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| I hold on to my faith and never let go
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| I’m 'bout to let go
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| If I shouted ain’t nobody around to hear it
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| How 'bout it when it echo?
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| I sing loud to talk to my inner child, he feel it
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| Your dreams made out of Legos
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| I reach out despite the feeling they out to kill us
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| Get rowdy 'bout the Pesos
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| The solution for this whole institution
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| Just to breathe, we need to let go
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| Oh, we need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go
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| We need to let go |