| I ain’t saying I’m innocent of all this
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| I’m just saying
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| This song is for y’all
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| For all the times I mess up when we mess up Dear sister
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| Got me twisted up in prison
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| I miss yah
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| Crying
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| Looking at my nieces and newphews picture
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| They say don’t let this cruel world get yah
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| Kinda suspicious,
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| Swearing one day you might leave me for someone thats richer
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| Twist the cap off the bottle
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| I Take a sip And see tommorrow
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| Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow
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| Reading love letters
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| late night, locked down, and quiet
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| If brothers don’t recieve their mail
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| Best believe we riot
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| Eating Jack mat
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| Staring at walls of Silence
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| Inside this cage
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| Where they captured all my rage and violence
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| In time I learned a few lessons
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| Never fall for riches
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| Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters
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| Far from bitches
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| Help me raise my black nation
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| Reperations are due
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| Its true
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| Caught up in this world
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| I took advantage of you
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| So tell the babies how I love them
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| Precious boys and girls
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| Born black in this white mans world
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| and all I heard was
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| Who knows what tommorrow brings
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| In this world where everyone lies
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| Where to go No matter how far I find
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| To let you know
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| That You’re not alone
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| Being born with less
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| I must confess
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| Only adds on to the stress
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| Two gunshots to my homies head
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| Died in his rest
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| Shot him to death
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| and Left him bleeding for his family to see
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| I pass his casket
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| Gently asking
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| Is there heaven for G’s?
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| My homeboys doing life
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| Begging mama be stressing
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| Shedding tears
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| When her son finally ask that questions
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| Where my daddy at?
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| Mama, Why we live so poor?
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| Why you crying?
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| Heard you late night
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| Throught my bedroom door
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| Now do you love me mama?
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| Why do they keep calling me nigger?
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| Get my wieght up, with my hate
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| and pay 'em back when I’m bigger
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| Still thugging in this jail cell
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| MIssing my block
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| Hearing brothers screaming all night
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| Wishing they’d stop
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| Proud to be black
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| But why do we act like
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| We don’t love oursleves
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| Don’t look around
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| busta (you sucka)
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| Check yourselves
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| know what if means to be black
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| whether a man or girl
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| we’re still struggling in this
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| White man’s world
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| (we must fight)
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| Who knows what tommorrow brings
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| In this world where everyone lies
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| Where to go No matter how far I find
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| To let you know
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| That You’re not alone
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| So tell me why you changed
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| Choosing new direction
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| In a blink of an eye
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| My time away just made perfection
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| You think I’d die
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| Not gonna cry
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| Why should I care
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| Like we holding on to love
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| Thats no longer there
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| Can you please help me God Bless me please
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| Keep my seeds healthy
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| Banging on my enemies Bleed
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| While my G’s healthy
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| Hoping they bury me With ammunition, weed, and shells
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| Just in case they trip in heaven
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| Ain’t no G’s hell
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| Sister sorry for the pain
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| That I caused your heart
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| I know I’ll change
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| If yah help me But Don’t fall apart
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| Rest In Peace
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| To Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato
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| To much for this cold world to take
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| Ended up being fatal
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| Every women in America
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| Especially Black
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| Bear with me, can’t you see
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| We’re under attack
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| I never meant to cause drama
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| To my sister and Mama
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| Will we make it To better times
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| In this white man worlds
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| (Along with revolutionary talking |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Man'z World, artist - Makaveli. Album song The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп