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letra de man down - bobby gore

verse 1:
(bobby gore)
the enemy
comes to destroy
i feel wicked traitors
telling lies with joy
haven’t done a wrong
yet they attack every
thread of my throne
middle of the crowd
how i still feel alone
wake up!!
o lord
can you give me the strength
to face a hostile nation
and fight sin
with my pen
my grind
my pain
my cries
made way
for the days of
my way
my time
these days
i’m in
my prime
shielded from your kind
their eyes
they lips
their pride
their thoughts
their plans
their tries
their speech
their teeth
their lies
their fails
their wins
their sins
their holier than
thou replies
too united
flying the friendly skies
i love dark meat
spreading her friendly thighs
high as everybody
this is how i survive
you can catch me on top of a cloud
somewhere chilling with my nine
i say

hook:
that’s why i gotta keep the toast close to me
you better watch how you approaching me
so what my n-gg-s moving them coca leaves
& babylon don’t want us where we supposed to be
that’s why i gotta keep the toast close to me
you better watch how you approaching me
so what my n-gg-s smoke marijuana trees
& babylon don’t want us where we supposed to be
that’s why you hear that gun shot sound
blah
blah
blah
blah
man down (x 3)

(that’s why i gotta keep the toast)
blah
blah
blah
blah
man down (x 3)

(that’s why i gotta keep the toast close to me)

verse 2:
(blade brown)
ride or collide wit me, big fo fifth on da side of me/for any man dat plan on trying me/high off the loudest weed i gotta be something like a prodigy, obviously/there ain’t no stopping we/my mobb she is deep n reek havoc for da collard greens/with nothing but they words n they b-lls, dollar n a dream/seen a lot of things d evils n pain what money bring/babylon infected ya brain u moving on a string/bunch a puppets/dat sucker shyt get me disgusted/to take a kid life in da public and think nothin of it/hatred how u come to love it/let me think what was it/oh we enslave yo ppl n turnt u against each other/now u could die in the wrong place over nothin but colors /now i ain’t got da right to do nothing bkuz imma brother/but that’s y imma be alright boy i was born to hustle /all we know is struggle, always close to trouble, they’ll never love ya but hey dats prolly better for y’all

(that’s why i gotta keep the toast)
blah
blah
blah
blah
man down (x 3)

(that’s why i gotta keep the toast close to me)

- bobby gore

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