| I don’t know what my family tree is
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| Only thing connect us gotta be Jesus
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| I mean people don’t believe in Jesus
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| Niggas do even though we never seen him
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| I know it’s something bigger cause he made me
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| June 27th Monique delivered a baby to a kid named De’Wayne
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| Gave me the same name without the JR
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| She wasn’t playing no games
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| That’s no disrespect to my father in that bar
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| No matter What I heard’em say, you been a star
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| NaNa use to tell me about you
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| I don’t wanna live my life without you
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| Growing up I wanted to be just like you
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| Papa was hard, papa could fight
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| Papa fuck ya bitch all night, yea
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| Papa had respect on the corner
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| And his papa rolled with the crips in California…
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| Now when I walk past the mirror it’s starting to make a little sense to me
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| Everything I’m becoming it ain’t nothing new
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| Ain’t saying that I’m proud of it, it’s the fucking truth
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| Ever since the youth I had guidance seen violence
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| All in day when you different at school hearing whispers
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| Like is he gay? |
| what?
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| Fuck this nigga say, I throw my headphones on and forget about all the rain
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| cause…
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| My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me
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| One time for the ones who lost they way
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| 400 years in these chains still can’t escape
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| Even the ones that we love they cannot stay
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| Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray Lord
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| I never meant to upset you
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| Know I didn’t become everything that I promised
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| Excuse ya son for blowing his nose in this tissue
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| It’s not cause ya son got sinus problems
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| Growing up we never talked about the problems
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| How my white friends they was yelling at they mama
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| The truth at our household beneath the ground floor
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| If I felt a certain way I had to try and hide it
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| With all of us that go; |
| Nique, Harm, Dray, Nell, Lo, Day
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| Young Ken I promise it’s not a day
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| Y’all don’t cross my mind I travel via the train with my pockets
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| Just as broke as the day that I fucking came
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| I throw my headphones on, the clouds in LA
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| Gray as ever, I feel the rain
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| But it was too hard to make the phone call it felt so cathartic
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| Just writing it on the page listen
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| My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me
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| One time for the ones who lost they way
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| 400 years in these chains still can’t escape
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| Even the ones that we love they cannot stay
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| Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray lord
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| My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me
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| One time for the ones who lost they way
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| 400 years in these chains still can’t escape
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| Even the ones that we love they cannot stay
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| Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray lord |