King Knowledge (feat. Jermarc Reynolds)

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Cambo Da God

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I'm just a young man, With the K-Dot/Cole flow
Don't need no friends, I just move low
Hell I'm just a old man trapped in a youngin body
Hell you just don't know
I go way back like Curt Blow
Third eye make you look down for once, And drop your ego
Drop four of them, And had them think I'm loco
Niggas always doing a drive by in the Monte Carlo

People trifling
Why you think I move solo
Mama looked me dead in the eye
And said... Something just ain't right about you
She always had a feeling that there was some bullshit
That I always seem to enter
Stubborn wit a hard ass
Thinking nobody can tell me shit
Just walking the streets acting hard
Acting like I ain't worried bout shit
Snakes are always in the grass
So keep yo eyes open and forever stay awoken
Crazy how almost everyone just seem so similar

Not even behind bars
Yet still feel like a prisoner
Jamming... But not yet get the message
Hell I see you're not a listener
Trust me, It's not just you in particular
These visions I paint, With this great work of literature

Tomorrows  not promise
So you better keep yo head up
Yeah u better keep yo head up
Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Not promise
People dying in these streets already, So keep yo eyes open
And don't look back
Keep moving forward
Yeah

Even dho I came from it
I still hate these streets with a passion
No life niggas pursuing their same old actions
I sit here feeling dumb, When I look back at the younger me
Always tryna fit in
While these was niggas always going to prison
Again and again, Til their life end
Kinda sad
When it becomes a trend
Don't it...Yeah I know
Some of these niggas putting their life on line
Just to prove they're legit
These streets ain't got no love for nobody

The ones who make it out
Is who they envy more than anybody
The street life fucking suck
Sitting here patiently waiting
When will my life self destruct
Hell I'm just keeping it a buck
I can be honest
My life has been nothing but luck
Sinned yet,God still stick here by my side
Hell I even question why
Constantly got me through obstacles
As the time fly
When really I could've been dead
Or locked back up in a jail cell
Nobody want that life
I swear it's a living hell
Nah I refuse to be the guy
Who prove the people right
Who said I will fail

Damn
Huh
You gotta keep your head up
Too high to show the glory
Words are powerful
We living in critical times
Too many black men on the cover of New York Times
And times just waits for no man
So what is your plan
Somebody gotta break the cycle
Too many fathers just sitting in a cell
(Keep your head up)

Dreaming and teaching their seed to ride a bicycle
Read, write, and rhyme a little
Maybe just set some skittles
And hope of one day, That they can taste and see the rainbow
12 Years of slave though, Ok bro
Streets never show love
Cuz the streets remain before and head after
Next chapter

To my ladies who dream about success
Know there other ways to make money
You ain't gotta show your breast
Yes
I know that life is hard
Sometimes it is what it is
King's knowledge don't come from college
It come from living years, And you only get one shot
A couple moves can be made

Hopefully you using your brain
You hear what I'm saying
Me and Cambo just gave it in 2 different ways
2 Different walk of life, And the meaning is still the same
Damn we gotta change

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