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letra de redemption - killa kyleon

[verse 1: ?]
look
who a prophet? who a king?
who gon’ stop us when we sing?
these are hymns that done stemmed down on us
times ain’t changed, we still slaves
who gon’ rock the boat?
who gon’ ride the wave?
they asked me not to vote
let’s put our money together
stop braggin’ the price of c0ke
slave trade not just a professional sport
we comparin’ n-ggas daily
i’m never hearin’ white folks
argue who the greatest
they just wanna cage us
gave us the bible
get a whoopin’, hope it save us
granny up in heaven, pray she feelin’ what i’m sayin’
it’s a slant every episode
cry watchin’ facebook
live as he died, hope this video never load
daughter just 5, it’s some things she will never know
as a black man, i’m just battlin’ the devil do’
ah, he gotta love me, oh lord, he gotta love me
we dyin’ in the streets or just chillin’ at bible study
man

[verse 2: k!lla kyleon]
i love n-ggas
street n-ggas, drug dealers
all the lost souls and the thug n-ggas
my g-d crip and blood n-ggas
spend-his-last-dollar-on-bullsh-t-just-because n-ggas
got it, want it, flaunt it, out-the-mud n-ggas
rappin’, trappin’, hustlin’, get-it-from-the-plug n-ggas

[verse 3: ?]
if you can read it, you can learn it
the hood on fire, yeah, we burnin’
timmy turner ain’t the only n-gga hot as a furnace
smile on me, pistol packin’, n0body got a permit
yeah, that’s how they make a n-gga, that’s how they raise a n-gga
to throw away, untraceable, like drawin’ on some paper, n-gga
you can’t be afraid in this dirty world
i was only afraid of a dirty girl
if she had the cooties, i was movin’
get pulled over, and you pretty much was cruisin’
for a bruisin’, they’ll leave you with contusions
switch the story up to make confusion
they’ll do it to you, i seen it happen first-hand
they don’t us to hold hands, they want us to fight like conan
where the love? romance, they speed us up
let’s take our time and slow dance
but they don’t give us no chance
so we breakin’ in your crib, bro man
in your fridge, makin’ sandwiches
turkey, no ham, do anything for your fam

[verse 4: k!lla kyleon]
black man, i’m in last place
ain’t sh-t changed, and i ain’t had faith
mind gone in a bad place, gettin’ f-cked over like a -ss rape
hung high from the tree limbs, gettin’ previewed by the white folks
locked up in the jail cell, no bell here ’cause of white dope
prison wall just a plantation, here to make some new field n-ggas
ward master, yeah, the man racist like his mind up how to k!ll n-ggas
psychologically, time changed, no apology
black president, that’s poli-tricks, he a n-gga too, no acknowledgin’
instagram got us followin’, ain’t no leaders, weak sheep
poppin’ ambi, boy, drinkin’ codeine, gettin’ leaned on, we sleep
spendin’ black dollars with the white folks, not the black folks, we cheap
watchin’ our sh-t deep bleed, ’til it’s all gone, delete
goose eggs in that red zone, just agony and defeat
po’, broken on welfare, k!llin’ ourselves, we weak
black man k!ll a black man, now the black man deceased
but a white man k!ll a black man, and the white man go free
yuh

[verse 5: k!lla kyleon]
they wanna see n-ggas fold
devil want these n-ggas’ soul
black friday, if the price right, these n-ggas sold
n-ggas k!ll a n-gga, these n-ggas cold
not knowin’ they worth these n-ggas’ gold
what happened to these n-ggas’ goals?
these n-ggas told
get caught, snitch, what happened to these n-ggas’ code?
ignorant n-ggas, yeah, they mind gone
doin’ whatever to get they grind on
wrong, still k!ll other n-ggas to get they shine on
skip heaven for h-ll and a jail cell
take a number, ’cause the line long
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga
instagram, facebook, twitter
fakin’ it ’til they makin’ it, but not-makin’-sh-t n-ggas
kings treatin’ our queens like hoes, they b-tch n-ggas
sell they souls for the cheap just to be rich
n-ggas
n-ggas

- killa kyleon

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