| Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
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| White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was tore up, sippin' on the Absolut
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| Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
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| Could’ve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
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| Felons on your records so them jobs ain’t gettin' back at you
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| Them kids ain’t eat yet, so you can’t even sleep yet
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| That’s the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
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| They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I’d be back
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| Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
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| Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
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| Damn, they don’t understand
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| Comin' from the bottom, it’s so hard to make a plan
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| Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand
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| OGs never told us nothin' in advance
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| Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
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| Told my young nigga, «You the man,» I said
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| You don’t wanna end up like my man Ahmed
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| Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
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| Screamin' insha’Allah that he don’t make it to the feds
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| Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
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| Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how they ain’t even with him
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| Said they would ride or die, but it ain’t even in 'em
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| Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey ain’t sendin' pictures
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| Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
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| Got you thinking twice, damn I should’ve been a witness
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| It’s none of my business my business, just telling my story
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| All guns, no glory, been going on before me We slaves in the '40s, still slaves in the present
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| No toys for Christmas, ain’t get us no presents
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| Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
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| Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
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| Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
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| He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
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| Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
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| They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
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| They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
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| He stumbled, he fumbled, y’all niggas just rumble
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| They told you to hustle, them niggas don’t love you
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| Young black American, na na Wanna live like the fairer skin, na na Fall to the paradigm, na na Occupied on that Marilyn, na na The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
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| My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
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| It’s kinda crazy there’s another world
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| On the other side of town
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| Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls, pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
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| Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
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| The destruction, the hate
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| The obstruction of my faith
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| My prayers, my faith
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| Will never be the same
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Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Black America, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Wins & Losses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп