| Yeah I came here on a ship but I flew out on a plane
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| Trade these shackles and a whip for some status and a name
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| And the hassle’s still the same, and my ticket’s still in coach
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| And my seat is near the toilet, guess this shit won’t ever change
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| What’s a black suppose to do, sell some crack and entertain?
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| Get a bachelor in some bullshit and a job below my aim?
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| I was shooting for the star, they’re shootin' rockets at the moon
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| Reach in my pockets for my keys, the cop is reachin' for the tools
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| If you can see me on the news, I hope that’s cuz I’m on a roll
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| Tryna keep me on a leash but I ain’t out here on parole
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| Yeah I’m free to go, freedom reign, free them chains, freedom fries
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| Free to try, only thing promised to me is a free demise
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| This is why my hustle strong, I grew up watching Huxtables
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| My mamma grew up watching kids, her mamma grew up washing clothes
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| Overcomin' obstacles, way before doctor Martin spoke
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| Barack can’t give me hope, mamma gave me that 'fore her aqua broke. |
| Yea
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| I’m not a lost cause, I am a far cry
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| But I can still call and get involved, I
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| Ain’t out here with no sign, I’m looking for one in the streets
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| Now marching to that drum but we still ridin' to that beat
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| Yeah we still riding to that beat
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| Your feeling’s in my soul
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| And I can only struggle like my kinfolk did before
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| Stride it, ride, and oh yeah we on a roll
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| Ain’t nuttin gonna stop me, I ain’t out, I’m in control
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| Oh yeah, let’s go
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| My brother saw enough blood, no decision I don’t
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| Three Gs in my closet, that’s what made me cold
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| My daddy gone by 12, started stealing my clothes
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| I was put behind that cell and next thing you know
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| My grandma had my bail
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| She said «Son, better’s you go»
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| I said «I ain’t going no way grandma, I ain’t have no dope»
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| I shoulda called you so, my problem’s wrong for sure
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| And something in my soul said we gotta go
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| When I went like, we got to, we got, we got to go
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| The motherfucker we got the dope
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| Better be out, come on
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| We got to roll, we bout to blow
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| 'mon brother, we Al Capone
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| We got to, we got to, we got to go
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| Yall wanna be there, come on
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| Yall wanna be there, we’ll be there
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| We should hope we never ever
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| End the day till the mothafuckin eon
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| We don’t want these people to roll
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| Then some are D I suppose
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| Yall n*ggas be out the polls
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| Before the revolution got to beat out, seed out, weed out the ho’s
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| Pull it stick it in three of them holes
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| Through DC I propose
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| Then I get you with phonetic
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| Come and take your head, leave out the toes
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| Wouldn’t leave me out the cause, this my cause
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| This is a call to them folks who got hopes high
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| They heard a lot of things, believe when seen with my own eyes
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| Hell yeah got drive and that’s the reason I drove wild
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| But no one’s living slow so I switch the pace up one more time
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| Now I’m tryin to get it to the point where my kids' kids can live it up
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| So I’m taking it’s overrated, if you wanna change you gotta give it up
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| And yeah you love to hear the story, feel it’s raw for your drums
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| Beat through each lung, old and young and now we overcome
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| Each one, teach one (I'm about that)
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| Buildin' them bridges (I'm about that)
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| Expanding our vision (I'm about that)
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| Switch up your decisions if you want an outcome that’s different (I'm about
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| that)
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| Head up, fed up, scared enough and isn’t, best believe (I'm about that)
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| Passing on tradition and reaching soul for the seeds (I'm about that)
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| All out, long ride, the very last one to roll out
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| That’s sauerkraut, pouting over losses, just the wrong route
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| Me kicking that rhyme and just like that picket sign
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| From '79 until the now, the clock ticking it’s time, for Y |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Cause, artist - Diamond District. Album song March on Washington, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп