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letra de 4 my dawgs (feat. joi) - caleb brown

4 my dawgs feat. joi lyrics

[verse 1]
i know my brother did the crime
but i’m asking for freedom
a little forgiveness for him just abusing the heater
you know we live until we 21
and then they cut us down
or they throw us in the box where there ain’t no sun
we throw chains around our necks like this the 1500s
ain’t nobody saying what’s real because they scared to be honest
when truthfully yo homie in the pen facing 10 to 100
you living life outside the box you should be grateful and honored
1 cell, 2 beds, one toilet, 2 men what’s your reflection of that?
co’s spitting on our shoes what’s so correct about that?
inmates spitting in my food you expect me to eat that?
whats a second chance? i don’t know
the judge don’t know
the feds don’t know
prison open doors till we turn to ghost
heaven or hell we go
better correct yo soul before you hit that hole

[pre chorus]
what it is what it is what it is what it is
homie i don’t know
where to go where to go where to go where to go
shine light on my soul say
where its at where it’s at where it’s at where its at
please open them doors
i’m on my back i’m on my back i’m on my back i’m on my back
and the city won’t release my soul

[chorus]
this for my dogs in the pound with no freedom
take away they soul
we gon riot till you free them
martin luther king told us violence not the reason
malcolm told us fire back when they committing treason
x2

[verse 2]
he rehabilitated, white man just called him a nigga
he had half of mind to grab that glock and pull that trigger
had to think a second he called his brother a nigga
when really we just negus
like black kings and emperors
be proud of where you come from they want it like us
so wear your dreadlocks long and pick your afros up
say i don’t care about no politics and government
they not on the block with my friends and my brothers
nem we bussing back at cops because they terrorizing citizens
its a nuclear reaction you get split like some atoms then
what it do what it do, i can’t lie its just the truth
you come around then i’m kicking knowledge educating youth
back to the story he don’t ever fold
cadillacs and vogues
he about his green said he need some cream
he kicking doors or he in the kitchen touching every pot thats up in the kitchen
said he need a scale
feds bussing in they take him back to jail

- caleb brown

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