| My intuition is telling me they’ll be better days
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| Yeah, my intuition is telling me they’ll be better days
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| I like this tone.
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| Yeah, my intuition is telling me they’ll be better days
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| I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate
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| My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate
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| My faith don’t deviate, ideas don’t have a date
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| But see I’m growing and getting stronger with every breath
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| Bringing me closer to heaven’s doors with every step
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| As we speak I’m in peace, no longer scared to die
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| Most niggas don’t believe in God and so they terrified
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| It’s either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell
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| Asking the father for forgiveness
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| God, I’m overwhelmed (Please God, I want to go to Heaven)
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| As if he’s spiteful like them white folks that control the jail
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| See I believe if God is real, he’ll never judge a man
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| Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand
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| The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother’s life
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| The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife
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| I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide
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| But the only real change come from inside
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| But the only real change come from inside
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| But the only real change come from.
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| In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry
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| But the only real change come from inside
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| But the only real change come from inside
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| But the only real change come from.
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| Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'
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| Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions
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| To see a million 'fore I see a casket
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| I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard
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| I’m living fast like I’m in a drag race, how that cash taste
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| When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates
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| Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank
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| Know I got a angel cause I’m supposed to have a halo
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| Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility
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| For my ability to make them birds fly
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| Fiends wanna get higher than a bird’s eye view
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| And who am I tell a nigga what to do?
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| I just apply this economics
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| My business ain’t got the suit and tie
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| Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what’s mine
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| I can’t oblige dog, I work too hard
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| So reach for it, get referred to God; |
| I’m going hard nigga
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| I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide
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| But the only real change come from inside
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| But the only real change come from inside
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| But the only real change come from.
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| In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry
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| But the only real change come from inside
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| But the only real change come from inside
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| But the only real change come from.
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| Yeah, prodigal son
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| Got a new gun, this one
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| Don’t run out of ammo lately been working on my handles
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| Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self
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| If I fall, dust it off and regain my self
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| Fuck 'em all, they don’t know all the pain I felt
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| I’m in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve
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| I no longer bury demons
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| I be a vessel for the truth until I’m barely breathing, I’m singing
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| Life is all about the evolution
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| I give up, I give in, I move back a little
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| I live up, I look up, now I’m back for more
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| You can dream but don’t neglect the execution
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| I give up, I give in, I move back a little
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| I live up, I look up, now I’m back for more
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| Time is short that’s what somebody told me
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| I give up, I give in, I move back a little
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| I live up, I look up, now I’m back for more
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| Too short to keep following your homies
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| I give up, I give in, I move back a little
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| I live up, I look up, now I’m back for more
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| I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands
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| All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram
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| Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand
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| What it’s like to finally be the motherfuckin' man
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| Eyes wide that’s from the power that the coward feels
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| Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills
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| Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield
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| I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)
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| That’s how you feel?
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| Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat
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| Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete
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| Body laid on the concrete
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| Look, somebody laid on the concrete
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| No time for that, ain’t no lookin' back, cause I’m running too
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| I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news
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| Overcame with a feeling I can’t explain
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| 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22
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| (Last night at around…) He was 22
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| (22 year old black male, suspect, poor…)
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| (I swear to God bruh)
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| We’re gathered here today…
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| (I swear to God)
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| To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr
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| (I swear to God—nigga, I’mma kill them niggas man)
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| A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community
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| (I promise you bro…)
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| We got to do better, people
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| 22 years old, this boy was too young
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| (I promise you bro, I’mma kill them niggas bro…)
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| Our condolences go to his family, our prayers
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| (I'mma kill them niggas myself…)
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| We know he’s in a better place
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| We know he’s in a better place
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| But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman
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| We’ve got to come together, this is, this is beyond words
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| Now I’d like to open this ceremony with a verse fro… |