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letra de "ain't stressin" - jensen kirk

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(chorus)

every n-gg- know that we destined //
and somehow that we ain’t stressing//

they want to sit in our section //

they want to hear us now //

every n-gg- know that we destined //

they want to own our complexion //

they want to show imperfection //

they want to kill us now //

every n-gg- know that we destined //

and somehow that we ain’t stressing//

they want to sit in our section //

they want to hear us now //

every n-gg- know that we destined //

they want to own our complexion //

they want to show imperfection //

they want to kill us now //

(verse 1)

all i quote is the facts //

kill a n-gg- on wax //

pot calling the kettle black //

i’m going to need me my kettle back //

i’m going to need me a hundred stacks //

if you want me to run with that //

run with the fact that they not trash //

they -ss, going around sucking d-ck through gl-ss //

getting high off they past //

you n-gg-s make me laugh //

watch them burn and they crash //

you n-gg-s make me sad //

oh what a life, i mean a lie we really could’ve had //

white picket fence, the green gr-ss //

oh don’t feel bad //

same lies they been telling my black -ss //

same lies got you dressed up in drag//

black face with a whole different cast //

black face same shirt, with a whole different tag //

wait, let me tag you in, let me tag you in

kissed by the sun

(verse 1)

lost in my ways //

lost in these days //

running like a rat, for the cheese in a maze //

locked up, encaged //

they poke and they wave //

my soul is enrage //

they want to run us away //

these n-gg-s on stage //

shucking & jiving in place //

what the f-ck you want a n-gg- to say //

we killing our own kind what a f-cking disgrace//

but it’s bigger than what you thought, it’s a f-ckin parade//

slave kill a slave they don’t need us to stay//

and a brim kill a crip we don’t need a grenade //

black man kill black man, did our job for the day //

and we wiping our hands clean just go tell them to pray //

cause for that jesus piece your broke -ss is going to pay//

however much it weigh//

and when god come back, tell him we gave you government aid //

now get the f-ck out our face //

(chorus)

oh my //

kissed by //

the sun //

you & i //

black & fine //

hips are wide //

don’t need a slice of the devils pie //

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