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letra de coming from - keepitswain

now you know where i’m coming from
now you know where i’m coming from
92 baby
now you know where i’m coming from
pulling up real slow, boy i’m not the one
nah, i think you zoned out, this not your jurisdiction
wake up, pay up, there’s a fine for attention
suits are politricking, really ticking me off
but i still get up, get the money, yo get outta my face
pretty hung plus an ego, yo get outta my sp-ce
we different walks of life, barely crowding my race
tryna find his own path, but he tired his soul
and got more kicks than your kid’s cereal bowl
i don’t know how these people even sleep at night
i can’t rest if i ain’t eating right
get your cake and p-ss the knowledge
all of this shooting, stealing, crossing over- i guess n-gg-s really balling
i can’t call it
i’m off it- sugar coated, dipped in chocolate
took the truth, then they cropped it
picture perfect- farrah fawcett
can’t condone it, i’ma cross it
own the moment when you bossing
invisible men they’re watching
its funny: a bunch of black guys mad white folks ain’t paid attention
that our black lives matter when its n-gg-s that don’t listen
lets try pitching wisdom, get my brothers outta county blues
put em into denims, no more winters in the prisons
bring my n-gg-s home
save my brothers life
wash away my sins
i just might die tonight
left lane swain- i don’t know the destination
i just know the charge i’m facing is awakened

now you know where i’m coming from
now you know where i’m coming from
southside n-gg-
now you know where i’m coming from
now you know where i’m coming from
yeah i’m coming from the blue and the red and the white
no matter what you do, you could be dead by tonight
i pray he living right and if he ain’t, then god get him
before he falls to low into the flames of h-ll’s kitchen
i’m seeing everything for what it really is
all the insecurities we grew up with as kids
all the white lies that was built for us as shelter
life ain’t so disney, that perfect world done melted
so give me true facts and i’ll never loose latch
holding truth back just creates a bigger slap
and i don’t like that, we finessing uncle samuel
40 headaches and i never got my d-mn mule
miseducated so all the teachers just deceived us
reaganomics, chris columbus, and the white jesus
prolly why we look around and still ain’t got no leaders
unless they’re a celebrity representative speaker

the black rose grows in the concrete of america
the main character branching out to carry us
soon to bloom, soon to bloom
now you know where i’m coming from

- keepitswain

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