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letra de ode to tamir rice - aj bank$y

[verse 1: young righteous]
momma’s intuition, greater than all the senses
prob’ly why me and bank$y circ-mvented the system
most of our summers spent on the back of a lawn mower
earning our spending money from affluent homeowners
learning how to be thankful, learning how to be humble
understanding that character ain’t equated in numbers
but off that, momma i’m grown now
i’m tryna give you grands but i might need a loan now
i’m tryna give you grands but the girl that i’m with got me second guessing
might be better alone now, oh god please
won’t you grant some reprieve cause these young black boys want peace
and yeah i be walking ’round the mall, eight bags on the arm
scratch that, we just all want a piece
and is it my destiny to spread positivity
will any of these words give me wealth and liquidity
you gotta be kidding me, these rappers is villainous
like i’m supposed to care what you got in your bank account
like i would even dare to fabricate my ident-ty
they selling records off of ad-libs and vanity
oh god, please

[hook: young righteous]
yeah we came a long way but we still got miles to go [x4]

[verse 2: aj bank$y]
sometimes i write a lot, sometimes it’s hard to get these lines out my head
sometimes i’m thinking that we’re better off dead
i need a one way ticket to them gates
i’m a man won’t you look me in my face when i’m talkin’
and what’s a rhyme without soul, and what’s a soul without god
and what’s a mic when they hold the applause, please love me
it’s funny how they handed me a gun with no clip and told me shoot for the stars
it gets ugly, all i really need is some truth
we dropped “all i need” and only got 400 plus views
i need more. my last shot, one in the chamber
i need peace, i need love, i need a stash spot
and then i set the dinner table for the have nots, have more
anything you want is on me i swear
they tell me earth is not my home, we’re just peons here
should i die before my wake it got me beyond scared
but still we’re beyond fear, it’s not fair how they treat us
bible in my hand, man look how they did jesus
what you mad for? these rappers trash, what you glad for
in love with the coco and never had a p-ssport
fast forward, i read the script a hundred times
they shot a child in the street and justified it with his size
dry your eyes, it ain’t no reason to cry
we levitated, i believe we can fly
it’s so cold though

[hook: young righteous]

- aj banky

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