| I have a collect call from
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| Kendrick
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| At County detention facility
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| If you would like to accept this call
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| Please press 4
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| Look I don’t know what Cornel West know
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| I’m tryin my best though
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| And I don’t know what all you went to
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| But look at everything we been through
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| Man, we got high together
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| Went to the mall, got fly together
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| Police came through tryna ask us questions
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| Me and you sat there and lied together
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| Tryna keep in touch, it got hard
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| Had a couple kids, and found God
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| Probably heard I went off to school
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| But never knew I was snortin that raw
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| Well I’m past that but not perfect
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| I know it feel like it ain’t worth it
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| But you love dog and that’s real talk
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| Don’t nobody wanna put you in the dirt man
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| I know it’s hard out here to get work
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| Got 2 strikes and feel worthless
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| But you was made for more than that drink and smoking
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| Tryna ask the streets for your purpose
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| You got your family here hurtin'
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| My partnas callin' me, worried
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| And me and yo daddy did the same thing
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| Both left us out here struggling
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| Heard they locked you up so I came through
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| Forget what you did and what you ain’t do
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| It’s times like this we pray through
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| Gotta run to the God that made you
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| Gotta hang on, hold strong
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| Trust in The Truth to bring you home
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| I ain’t tryna sit here and preach to you
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| I’m tryna be the one you can lean on
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| Whassup with it kinfolk?
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| Tryin' to take it one day at a time
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| So, whassup with the case tho?
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| They tryin' to hit me with that mandatory minimum, man
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| Gotta fight that charge
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| Talk with the homie through a glass wall
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| Letters gettin' past off
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| Told me he was about to head to trial
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| Pray to God he don’t get cast off
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| Head to the sky cause I need some hope
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| Kinfolk just got caught with dope
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| Partner just called said his baby sick
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| And this might be the end of my rope
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| Man it’s hard out here and I’m hurtin
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| Don’t need no choir girl flirtin
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| Don’t need no pastor tryna touch on kids
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| Telling me what I can’t wear to church and
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| No fake cryin, a preacher lyin
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| Sayin God don’t love me if I don’t tithe
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| I need real Him in a real season
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| I need real faith in a real Jesus
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| I’m hanging on by a thread though
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| Crazy thoughts in my head, bro
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| Told my grandma to pray for me
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| Before I end up dead or on death row
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| Only few of my friends know
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| What I got to pretend for
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| Free fallin, tryna hang on it
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| Anything I can get my hands on
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| Hang on
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| Hello
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| Hey Grandma. |
| It’s me
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| Hey baby!
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| Hey, I need you to pray for me. |
| I’m just going through some things right now
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| Well, what’s going on?
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| Well, you know, just everything. |
| Family, money, just life in general. |
| It’s crazy
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| Well, let me tell you what the good Lord say, He said don’t be anxious about
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| yo' life. |
| What you gon' eat or what you gon' drink or about yo' body.
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| See, life is more than food, and the body is more than for clothing.
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| Birds in the sky, they don’t sow, they don’t reap, but yo' heavenly Father
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| feeds ya'. |
| So, He say just seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness,
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| and all these things will be added to ya'. |
| See, life ain’t for you to control,
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| carry all the burdens. |
| That’s why ya' give ya' life to Him. |
| Hang on |