| When you’re ruled by fear
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| Your greatest weakness is one who’s no longer afraid
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| It’s time to stand up people
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| It’s 'bout time we had enough
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| (I ain’t finna tell you how Ry got away with this shit)
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| Don’t you hate the feeling when realized you been lied to?
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| Bitch I’m still human, I got a heart, dumb bitch I cry too
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| But this ain’t bout a bitch, this bout the system
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| How they kill us, then play victim?
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| How I’m feeling? |
| Fuck them pilgrims
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| Load them choppas let’s go get em
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| Call my dawgs, let’s go sick em
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| Once we beat em, we gon' strip em
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| Like thy strip us for our rights
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| Taking control of our life
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| But everything that happns in the dark always gon' come to light
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| They want a war? |
| Then it’s a war, go grab yo guns, it’s time to fight
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| They ain’t fearing for they life, these crackas just wanna shoot somethin'
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| Why you pull yo gun in the first place? |
| And I ain’t do nothin'
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| I’m an uncle, I’m a brother, a father, with no solutions
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| These ain’t justified my nigga these executions
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| Why we gotta live our life in fear and in confusion?
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| Why us getting shot in the back always the conclusion?
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| Got me looking up in the sky like «God what you doing?»
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| We down here getting tortured my nigga you up there cooling
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| Screw it? |
| Fuck it? |
| Tuck it or buss it?
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| I miss you lucky, real life I’m stubborn
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| Our life is governed, the end is coming
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| On ten not running, we loading up and gunning
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| I’m from Duval county my nigga we never worried bout nothin'
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| But we all got children my nigga what is the world becoming?
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| Sorry for your losses, I know the feeling, got me in tears
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| You can hear the pain in my voice, open yo fucking ears
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| So much negativity, can’t let it get to me
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| But this shit apart of me, being black is hard to be
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| I got wounds and scars on me, it play a toll on me
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| They can’t catch me lacking my nigga gotta keep that pole on me
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| They destroyed our history, we live in misery
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| Shit just got me fucked up in the head, look what you did to me
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| When I see a cracka, honestly I see the enemy
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| And I got these crackas in my blood but they not kin to me
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| Damn, where the fuck do I begin
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| Do we really have free will? |
| Is our sin really sin?
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| All our answers are within, hear the whispers through the wind
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| And I feel like on another dimension I got a twin
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| I’m just tryna find myself, start taking care of your health
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| Stop worrying bout the next, start taking care of yourself
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| All the blood we shed, all this pain we feel
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| Got us screaming for help, cause all our people getting killed
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| Damn, what type of world do we live in?
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| This not life, this a business
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| Someone tell me I’m tripping, please
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| Those not rappers, they’re actors
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| Only here to distract us
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| Boy they faker then pastors, ooh
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| Sorry sir not a Christian
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| I don’t fall in religion
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| That shit take from the spirit, geesh
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| When are they gonna listen?
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| All this pain that we feeling
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| We need spiritual healing, lord
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| We need spiritual healing
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| We need spiritual healing
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| The way we living is sickening
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| When are they gon' stop killing?
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| Want revenge fuck forgiveness
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| We need spiritual healing
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| We need spiritual healing
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| When are they gonna listen?
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| All this pain that we feeling
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| We need spiritual healing
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| I got tired of taking losses
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| Realized me and my dogs were bosses
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| Superstar from out the projects
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| Superstar, still toting rockets
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| And I’ll bust a nigga noggin'
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| Make 'em move inside a coffin
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| I love my opps just like a groupie
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| I swear to God, I be tryna spark it
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| I know how black lives matter, but I still be out here tryna off 'em
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| Jackboy season for his life, I’m tryna rob 'em
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| Jackboy season, take his cake, I’m tryna stall 'em
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| Heard that he was lackin' and wassa call it went and got him
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| Heard that boy shot 'em, uh, soon as that boy spot 'em, uh
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| Heard that he was tryna, uh, soon as that boy saw the gun
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| Heard that he was tryna run, chase 'em down and have some fun
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| Pull up and we goin' dumb, shoot him 'til his body numb
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| Upped the score, another one
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| A hard body teflon
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| With the tooly veteran, moving smooth I stretch 'em
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| I do what I want, they do whatever that they let them
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| Fuck my PO, keep my gun, ain’t tryna lose my blessing
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| We need spiritual healing
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| We need spiritual healing
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| We need spiritual healing
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| We need spiritual healing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spiritual Healing , by - John Gabbana. Song from the album New Beginnings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп