letra de misplaced king - mazon
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(verse)
a homeless man had his hand out
he ask me for a dime, i give him a dollar
seen as somebody’s son or somebody’s father
and people walk by, man, don’t even bother
well, papa, you got to get up, get on and get something
cause it’s a cold cold world that we stuck in
if you ain’t hustlin’, my n-gg- then you lunchin’
between eatin’, i’m done speakin’
i -ssure you that i don’t know you
i meditate to grow you, i live n-ble
a misplaced king mingling with music moguls
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