| All I respect is money bro
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| That shit just trying to get this paper
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| You know what I mean
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| I ain’t got nothing else
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| All I got is time on my. |
| time
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| Yo
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| Time on my mind with not a second to spare
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| Want everybody from the ghetto to be a millionaire
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| But to get that guap they gotta earn it
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| Egos, they got to burn it
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| Divide and conquer, gotta unlearn it
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| We living in the days where the killers like prey
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| Lions in my eyes they behead us for the pay
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| We protest against yay
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| With God we might’ve had it right, but godless I stay
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| Born here, raised here, summers in J-A
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| Get up at the same time getting money every day
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| Mr. Officer we got the ears of the youth
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| Staring at a king, I guess I would be afraid too
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| How to kill a shadow is to shine a lot of light (shine a lot of light)
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| People in every ghetto, you gotta know you’ll be alright
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| So hold on, better days are here, my friend (better days)
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| Only thing to fear is fear itself
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| That’s where you’ll live (where you’ll end up)
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| So hold on
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| Africa, mother to civilization
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| Hundred kids mobbin' out at Kennedy Station
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| Unaware that they’re the descendants of Moses
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| I gotta revitalize the hood 'fore my eye closes
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| Young G’s please turn your cheek to the posers
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| The OG’s suffers through the rightful and hoeses
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| The clubs to the head so we can throw monies
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| Sniff coke, pop pills to drop out and talk funny
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| Every February you revolutionary as soon as march hit blow the whistle,
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| back on the market
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| Selling street stories make my brother the target
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| Putting god first when you on the red carpet
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| Each one, teach one, love your neighborhood
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| But love the people more, we steady misunderstood
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| I heard gunshots echo at the peace rally
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| Why I’m a POI, what a burden to carry
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| Depressin', stressin', underachieving
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| Life make you question what you believe in
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| People that you know become strangers, when money comes
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| Unfamiliar actions when the money run low, everybody gone yeah
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| Where the ghetto money though?
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| It’s just you and got bills and your tax debts
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| Profits you think you made, the IRS hasn’t taxed yet
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| The system works for the hands of the architects
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| Ultimately we prosper, no matter the hurdle
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| Prove yourself with the actions and never the verbal
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| Men cheat, women lie, numbers get doctored
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| Stand tall, and be careful who you rock with
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| So hold on |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To Kill A Shadow, artist - Kardinal Offishall. Album song Kardi Gras Vol. 1: The Clash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп