| Another day, another misfortune
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| I cannot afford to lose my place
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| Cause when I step outside I can feel it
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| We could be close to the end and I can’t help it
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| You a bitch if you hating on this shit
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| I grew up off of Southernplayalisticadillacmusik
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| The everyday bullshit can make a nigga reclusive
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| I give you all the exclusives, I’m twisting dope like a Rubik’s
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| (yeah) cube, nigga take a walk in my shoes
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| Come deal with my paranoia, I’m so scared I might lose
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| Sip a couple light brews that might lighten my mood
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| At least for my baby’s sake I pray I make the right moves
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| I feel like God with a murderous ink pen
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| About to put a couple hollow points in your ink skin
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| Rappers you fugazi, we can see that you pretend
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| Butter soft, leather in the seats that I’m sinking
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| Welcome to the mind of Mr. Benton
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| The fuck is these niggas sniffing?
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| The verbal serial killer just itching to stick this clip in
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| Niggas nothing different, same shit, different porcelain
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| Thank God we walked up out that abortion clinic
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| Old school Chevy, the windows tinted
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| Another homicide, 12 need more forensics
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| The fact is, pigs murdering black kids
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| And black kids murdering black kids
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| Ay where the value in that?
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| It’s like we don’t see no value in black
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| A fatherless habitat, moving vials of that crack
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| Another day, another misfortune
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| I cannot afford to lose my place
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| Cause when I step outside I can feel it
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| We could be close to the end and I can’t help it
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| Yeah, ATLiens
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| I told the pastor to pray for them
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| Lost souls, communities broken, can’t find a way for them
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| Niggas still waiting on God to sky dive
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| Like that’s our only hope to stop these drive-bys
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| Ain’t no action heroes, a bunch of misguided negros
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| We scared of our own so we sleep with guns under pillows
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| And ADT alarms, they don’t mean no harm
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| And I’m guilty of it too, I profile niggas like um
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| What this nigga up to? |
| Damn he lookin' shady
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| Is he casing my crib while I’m clutchin' on the 3.80?
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| Meanwhile he’s just tryna find the local gymnasium
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| We assume the worse and we plant these seeds in our cranium
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| Damn that’s that same mindframe that killed Trayvon
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| But we don’t think shit bout the bitch when she selling Avon
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| Wake up, something going on my niggas
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| We murder over dumb shit, still miss the big picture
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| Psychological damage planted in our genes
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| How’d we go to this when we used to be kings and queens
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| Meanwhile the African population decreasing over bullshit diseases
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| Hunger and shit that’s mean’less
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| That’s weird, the most hated and feared
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| Open your third eye, there’s something going on here
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| Slavery mind state still controlling most of y’all head
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| Ask Malcolm, when you wake from the matrix they want you dead |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Kings, artist - Jarren Benton. Album song Slow Motion, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп