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letra de letter e - jameel3dn

trap us in the system
why the f-ck would i listen
you put my brothers in the prison
no f-cks given
tryna stop the poe from being risen
tryna keep our history hidden
no past no future no vision
can’t escape what is written
we gon fly like pigeons
smell that pot n-gg- brewing in the kitchen
getting flak dey say i’m the villain
black man wit a gat just chillen
while dey got the white boy coming thru da ceiling
santa sound weird dropping present fo ya children (waaa)
that n-gg- sound like a pedophile
a black santa shot dead right in his smile
tresp-ssing and i know that i’m right
they dont like a image of a n-gg- in the night
they dont want see a lil n-gg- wit some light
they just wan see a big n-gg- doing life
sh-t rigged want ya dead every time
so f-ck it yall can blow off my pipe
prophetic every word that i write
prophesy every word that i type
so listen close when i spit upon the mic
cause i lee u wit a movie no spike

in our moment of weakness
there lies are greatest strength
condition to accept loses
we no longer know how it feels to win
this may seem negative but it’s not
it is a positive. we have nothing to lose and everything to gain
while they have everything to lose from our gain

sharpen the sword
my n-gg-s we all at war
the rich against the poor
we gon beak f-ck knocking at the door
we gon take f-ck buying at the store
they want it but we want it more
k!ll us in da streets and act like its norm
and they say got love for a n-gg- at the core

i got hate in my heart
find it hard to forgive
talk about pain let me start
seem like we dying tryna win
sell in dope to our kin
tryna not to sin while we sin
tryna work out like the gym
weights to heavy for a kid
now he trapped up in a bid
jamaican take a shot of the gin
came off a them slave boats
ain’t no underground rail road
so my people had to lay low
in the field cutting cane like the name ghost
fast forward now we grinding fo da pay so
tryna drive off the lot wit a range rove
ten shots to ya face thats a facial
ain’t no case so the case close
hands in the air preaching like beytove
1 hunnid from the jump no fake gold
gun in my face best believe i stay bold
most of yall stay sold
i’m a spirit i stay soul
i got the juice like my name dole
got the flame like my name cole
bring that heat when it rain doe
get rich and watch it rain doe
sky’s clear no rainbow
cause we don’t f-ck with the lame yo

- jameel3dn

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