| Down with the shame
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| Down with the shame
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| Used to walk traps in the rain with cocaine
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| Used to write raps in the traps as I sat in the rain and I prayed that God gave
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| me a lane
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| Give me a lane
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| Give me the fame
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| Give me the fame and I promise to change
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| Won’t be the same. |
| Won’t be the same type of man that puts cocaine in this
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| lady’s hand
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| Heard she was pregnant. |
| I’m guilty I reckon cause I hear that good
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| Shit can hurt baby’s brains
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| Heard he was normal 'til three and then he stopped talkin'. |
| Since then,
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| ain’t nothin been the same
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| Seen her some years later out in decatur. |
| Told her I’m sorry for causin' her
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| pain
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| Causin me pain?
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| Causin me pain?
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| She asked again and then grabbed my right hand
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| Asked am I crazy. |
| Said look here, baby. |
| I release you from all of your sins and
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| your shame
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| Cause I’ve been redeemed
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| I found in Christ
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| Whatever it take I hope you find it, Mike
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| The look on her face shown that glory replaced all the shame. |
| And the hate and
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| that she wears a crown
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| My late grandma Bettie had prayed with her heavy and told her to tell me lay my
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| burdens down
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| Can’t pick up no crown, holding
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| Whats holdng you down
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| Down with the shame
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| Down with the shame
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| Carried the flag in some other men’s name
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| Loaded my weapon and swore to them vengeance an stepped with
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| Aggression right in to the fray
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| In to the haze
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| In to the murk
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| Told me to prove to them what I was worth
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| We’ll teach you to move without mercy and give you the tools to go after the
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| causers of hurt
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| You’ll become death
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| You will take breath
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| This is for everything you’ve ever loved
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| Use all the pain that you’ve felt in your life as the currency go out and trade
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| it for blood
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| You are not you
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| You are now us
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| We are the only ones that you can trust
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| You’ll become fear
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| They’ll become dust
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| Before this moment you didn’t mean much
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| You are the smoldering vessel of punishment born to do nothing but justify us
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| Give us your empathy we’ll give you lust
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| Let yourself go my son time to grow up
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| Give up your childish obsession with questioning
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| Anything we don’t tell you is irrelevant
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| Everything you’ve ever been is replaced by the metal and fire of the
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| Weapon you clutch
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| Can’t pick up no crown, holding
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| Whats holdng you down |