| Im the coal in the fire scream god mercy
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| Allah provide and I ain’t been thirsty
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| Since, life be my evidence
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| Sometimes so tense under false pretense
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| Been wronged that’s why I sing in my songs
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| About love and the path towards redemption
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| He transform to the flaw you see
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| Just a man trying to live out my prophesy
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| And get profit and some brand new kiks
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| And a fly new whip but it’s all so sick
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| The ultimate prize is to open your eyes
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| See passed the material master your high
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| Still human balance my best
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| Love manifest feel so jah blessed
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| Even when I’m so broke can’t buy food
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| Son hungry can’t believe I’m that dude
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| And the landlords calling the show is empty
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| Job pay shit drug money temp me
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| Simply I’m like what’s the choice
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| My mom is gone I wanna hear her voice
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| It’s so embarrassing hear the comparisons
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| Other people how they doing so well
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| Meanwhile feel like I’m caught in cell
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| Cycle go on what I’m doing so wrong
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| Some days so weak some days so strong
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| Gotta maintain my God keep on
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| Soak up game til the pain be gone
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| My song is the truth make an excuse
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| Whole world on my back an American black
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| My school so wack George Bush and crack
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| That track so real but here’s the deal
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| Just another black male without no skill
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| Should I grab that steel go rob and steal
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| It’s the perfect trap and the deck is stacked
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| So the jail is packed call it hell and back
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| This ain’t no opinion it’s uncut fact
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| And if you a man what do you do to support your fam
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| And you ain’t got the luxery of deep thought
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| Critical analysis where to shop
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| Its hand to mouth and check to check
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| Nigga struggle and stress go neck and neck
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| Thank God for the knock if you feel my thoughts
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| Then you probably live it this is not for the critic
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| Hard when you give it so little come back
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| Keep strong maintain dude stay on track
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| Cuz this is pain on Black
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| I said pain on Black! |