| Yo, staring at a picture of white Jesus
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| Hanging on the wall of my mom’s house I grew up in
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| Too much controversy, change the subject
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| Nah, let me give you the context
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| Pistols and bomb threats, my boy got killed and I wonder if I’m next
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| This the type of question that can leave your mind vexed
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| The truck rolled over, but me and my sister living feeling like
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| I should’ve died is a different kind of feeling
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| So I see 50 diamonds in the ceiling
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| Where I come from we need a different kind of healing
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| You tell me what’s appealing?
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| Noodles and grilled cheese
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| A middle finger to the world, hustle till ya get it
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| And I did it eagerly, a lot of people didn’t
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| We all gotta find a way so get it how you live it
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| I know it ain’t the answer it’s just the way I see it
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| But dope boys and rappers is all that we ever seeing, yeah
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| Somebody show me how to use this power
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| Somebody tell me am I king or coward?
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| All I can tell you is what I’ve been through
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| All I can show you is how I feel
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| Feeling my heart, where do I start
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| Holding my dear son in my arms surrounded by death
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| My sister got a scar on her chest when do I turn hopeless
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| Even when I’m trying my best
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| I try to help cuz' I know my wife is depressed
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| But job loss over here got me feeling distressed
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| So I smile and tell everybody that I’m blessed
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| Even though I can’t explain to you the weight that’s on my chest
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| Tell me who do I run to
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| Cuz' everybody in my life is fake as they come dude
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| They don’t ever come around
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| You want me to trust you
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| I know I’ve done a lot of things I can’t undo
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| But, my little brother had a baby
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| Tell you all the things I’ve been thinking bout lately
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| Now bad things they don’t ever really phase me
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| Crazy maybe welcome to my life in HD
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| And if everybody hates me
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| They don’t hold a candle to as much as I hate me
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| You don’t like what I say
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| You can stand in line, get a number, wait some time and come and debate me
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| Nothing you could really say could ever deflate me
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| I’m the definition of everything that deface means
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| But when you face me, face me, but show me grace please
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| I feel like the culprit, I sound like the bad guy
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| I may have to forfeit my crown for the last time |