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letra de lord have mercy - da lench mob

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i don’t know what’s wrong with these children today
nothin’ that a good -ss kickin’ wouldn’t help

lord, have mercy, the devil he cursed me
i heard you had the cup of life and i’m thirsty
my n-gg-z keep fightin’ for a street, the white man own
so many died before they got full grown

plus i got an ingrown toenail
i sit back in the window, and watch all the hoes sell
a lot of -ss for a blast
(that’s right)

plus my little sister is gettin’ fast
usin’ mo’ n-gg-z for financial aid
(what?)
they pickin’ her up from the 10th grade

in a jeep they try to creep
takin’ her -ss to lover’s leap
i admit i’m a sinner
(yeah?)

did what i had to do just to get dinner
but i was told you was the first g
(no sh-t)
l.a. is a war zone, lord, so could you have mercy?
you know who the f-ck jesus is

i admit, i don’t call too often
(i know)
i wonder why i don’t live in a coffin
’cause i know a lot of my homeboys pray
but when it was time, they still got sprayed

the gr-ss is greener in my neighbor’s yard
he’s white, so his house is barred up
by the windows and the doors
but my mom’s gotta clean his f-ckin’ floors

they won’t let us in
(that’s right)
even if we learn to act just like them
(word?)
but if you don’t learn you flunk
on a road to sleep, forever on a jail bunk
(all day)

but i ain’t no punk and i won’t get punked
by the system, so i gotta diss ’em
i was told you was the first g
somethin’ ain’t right, lord, so could you have mercy?
you know who the f-ck jesus is

i’m dead, so bury me alive
(six feet)
under all this bullsh-t and jive
’cause i know when you made south central
sh-tty, it wasn’t done intentional

’cause i looked back before the crack
before the macks, in motherf-ckin’ cadillacs
it was the same old thing
but nowadays, n-gg-z mo’ brainwashed

and i can tell everytime i see
l.a. compton to long beach gangs talk
i wish when my pops got the erection
he woulda used protection

and i wouldn’t be a squirrel tryin’ to get a nut
and i want the nut, just to get some b-tt
it’s like the battle of the s-xes
my head spins around like i needed a exorcist

but if you blew up the world today it wouldn’t matter
(nope)
just send down a ladder
to the people who had it the worst g
i’m askin’ you, lord, please have mercy

- da lench mob

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