| Something to change the trends, you know, getting the niggas off the stands
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| No more courtrooms if they didn’t feel like they was pushed to the same sins
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| I’m talking gyms to get criminals off the street (real)
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| Put 'em in jail and hold 'em back
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| We making the criminals increase ('crease)
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| Dealing with a system that can’t be beat, rest in peace
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| Funny how they knocking us down but want us to stand on our feet (Fuck you mean)
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| Who’s held responsible for a government breach
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| The governor or the nigga that paid the state emergency fee (yo, point 'em out)
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| Everything is starting to make a lot of sense
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| They tearing houses down, they pushing the poverty up out of Flint
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| «Let's turn it to a college town, move in all college kids»
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| All I know is jobs over jails and they ain’t got the shit
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| Living a nightmare cause y’all forgot the shit
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| Creating a warzone and expecting them to be positive
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| This shit is wild (shit is wild)
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| And now I’m bringing the fire spelled backwards
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| And power residence of Flint, Miss LaDonna, I’ma holla at you 'cause
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| I got ideas for kids, and not only do I provide my own, energy is limitless
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| The real battles start back at home
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| These youngins here will crack your dome
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| But do it like Marissa Schills
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| Driving down Saginaw I just passed Berston Fields
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| I’m just feeling hurt they don’t respect me for every verse I kill
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| Vegas raised but Flint, Michigan hanging up my jersey still
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| Worth a mill, feed your mind
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| Read up in between the lines
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| Food for thought
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| If you’re feeling lost, then you will see in time
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| Today’s agenda, those who are supposed to defend us are just pretenders
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| They pretend to avenge us
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| But me and Dizzy connect like The Avengers
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| These adventures make us venture to the days that they used to lynch us
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| No rope, but hope for a better day is what they’re still using against us
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| Our life is garbage, we the adult babies of Brenda
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| Look, we don’t succeed 'cause we was never meant to
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| So much aggression pent up
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| Let’s continue to enter the mind of the mentally injured
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| Mentality embedded in us
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| Sent up is where we end up, because of a system that’s injust
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| Shouts to my nigga, Sam, who doin' 10 plus
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| It’s obvious we the ones that Kunta Kinta
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| True to my roots, true to the truth
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| It’s true that that flag represents me too
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| But it does not excuse the abuse
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| And to the fools who rebuke it
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| Try to counter-accuse in the news
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| There is no excluding the truth
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| Only skewed views that’s misleading you
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| That’s glued to the tube, confused
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| Digging up old wounds of racial fuels
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| Sweeping new problems under the rug with a old broom
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| Stay tuned
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| My city caught a bad break and it never stopped
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| Like bad breaks got a bad case of the bad days at a fast pace
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| Got little niggas moving too fast in these streets, like a drag race
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| Kids losing their class mates, texting each other the emoji sad face
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| We grew up fast
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| Yeah, we would cut class to go cut sluts with a plump ass
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| Now we got a son with the first one that let us fuck fast
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| Much too young, we have become dads
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| Much too young, we have become that in which we hate
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| Nothing to anticipate
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| The same shit, just a different date
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| Primate, health feel like a handout
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| So we like, bitch, we straight
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| Pray for the children in my city that got diseases
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| 'Cause they poisoned the water and leave us with nobody to help, but Jesus
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| So from Dayton Ave to Beecher
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| To the east side to the Regency’s, I see you
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| This one here for my people
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| Come on |