| Why would you create this King in me?
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| It puts so much responsibility in my hands (oh oh)
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| How did I get here?
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| Creator of the wind and the stars, the heavens and mars
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| Everything there is to be
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| Creator why are you so bad to me
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| I wrote my life on the pages
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| You spoke it into existence
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| These chapters that held me captive
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| A passage of broken scriptures
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| Surpassing the passive with passion
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| Clashing with hopeless niggas
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| My hopes is to show em' focus and growth
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| They expose the sickness of seeing these flashing lights
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| Taking heed to this bad advice
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| You know demons attack at night
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| I been dreamin' in black and white
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| Due to lack of a true emotion
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| From things that I’ve sacrificed
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| In my past
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| But movin' past it is bringing me back to life
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| Bitch we ballin' gettin' this money
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| Fuck it these niggas tell me
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| My homies screamed out the window
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| I’m making sales on the celly
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| He’s seldom used to solicit
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| His retail just limit detail
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| Never used the specifics
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| And fuck the views of a critic
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| A politician could blow me
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| I’m rarely apologetic
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| My father ain’t even know me
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| The fuck do these niggas show me
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| If only I could erase the last 20 years of this life
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| In a flash; |
| I take em' back just a couple kids on the bike
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| But by fate he would have a day
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| With knuckleheads in a fight
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| As they jumped him
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| Stomped out his cousin and bust his head with a pipe
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| It erupted something inside him
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| Interrupted his peace
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| Nothing peaceful about that vengeance he would eventually seek
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| See when you truly affected confusion is never gone
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| Everyday we losing the youth being used as the devils pawn
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| As he thought Imma kill him
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| Fuck Basking in all the sorrow
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| If these niggas murdered me they’d be back in the club tomorrow
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| Hit my nigga sticks for a pistol that he could borrow
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| Came around the block in a tinted out Monte-Carlo
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| Told my nigga sticks ride down on em'
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| He ready for em'
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| Semi-automatic weapon in his sweaty palm
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| Caught them niggas slippin
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| Start lickin' the pistol barkin'
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| Bustin' shots for every flower they put on these niggas coffins
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| But nobody got shot
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| Ditched the pistol he had to throw it
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| Rest in Peace to all you niggas still living but don’t know it, King
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| You make me everything I am
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| I can’t exist without your love
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| My enemies rest at your hand
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| And it’s because of who you are
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| Oh oh my creator (ah mm ah mm ah)
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| If the sun burns out
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| And the moons stops pulling the ocean
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| If the trees fall down
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| If the birds won’t fly
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| And my heart can’t love
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| I’ll pray that your love brings me out of the darkness
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| My Creator
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| Oh Please
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| Deliver
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| Two hours of questions and answers
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| A chance to find out what went wrong in 2013 a year that saw 235 murders
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| And it’s no secret that the past ten days have put Baltimore in a dubious
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| spotlight
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| As on of the most violent cities in the Country
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| By contrast Baltimore recorded 117 homicides
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| The Cities rate is 18.8 per 100,000
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| Three times higher than D. C |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beautiful Creator , by - King Los. Song from the album Zero Gravity 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп