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Everybody find your own life boat
We’re on our own
We’re on our own
We’re on our own

A hundred days of endless rain
Compounded by relentless gray
I can’t

Tell me can you stop the rain 
I’m locked up in my brain 
I cry by the window pane 

“I don’t wanna cry no more”

Tell me can you stop the rain 
I’m

was suffering by default
Now my days are full of blessings
Now my days are full of grace
But the tough days taught me lessons
That I need to run this

put that on my people
And just cause you got it don't mean that we equal, Bitch
I'm rollin' with a block on the freeway
Young nigga trap by the 3way

stops to suck his thumb
And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom

The ants go marching two by two
Hurrah,

It's now spring
Season of new beginnings
Watch clouds go by
Covering the blue in your eyes
Lying on a beach
Nothings out of reach
Rain or shine
You

Looking at the sky I'm preparing for the rain
Waiting on some joy been living in this pain
Got a couple thoughts been racing through my brain
But I

want the light
Been in the dark too long
I'm covered by the nights
My eyes are awake but i'm just not that woke
But i need dat rain i just need dat hope

and be lost
Need another Pentecost
Lord please rain down
I tremble as I speak
Pass the burden to my child, True to Life
Without a Belle
Kunta was in hell

Rain
Rain
Rain or shine yeah
Im living by your side you feel my vibe my pride aside when your with me
I cannot survive with all this rain pouring on me

clear fist in air
Huey P wicker chair
Of my generation
Founded in drugs
Lost in translation
Hip Hop, Love, rap and a plantation
Just having simple

Are we at War if I feel it's unsafe
For me to step outside my car
For a traffic ticket
And by the way that I'm dressed
Did I immediately become your

See I done dropped some blue strips
And now she wanna have my child
Yea I’m Slicker then a bitch
Shoes imported by my stylist
She be all up on my dick

playing round baby put it on me 
On the paper chase I did it by my lonely  
I do everything for her and then my homie 

You already know a nigga lit 
I just

minute
We still in the game
Shooting threes by the threes
Crossing over your lane
Kendrick said we’d be alright
I’m making the change
I spent some time in

in my bag don't mean it's a good time for trying me
But they hate when i rap about real shit
Free my big bro he got locked for a sentence
By now got

strength by reflecting on your weakest moments.
Papa was a rolling stone. 
Always dipping loading zone
Macaulay Culkin home alone
Didn't see him much
Mama

she got a nigga I say I don't follow rules
Had hodies coming by the twos when I was twenty two
Grew up to wife a lesbi now my hodies come in groups uh
I

hope you hear me out

They murdered Malcom, murdered Martin, murdered Huey 
Murdered Fred Hampton ran Chesimard to Cuba
Polices shoot at everyone

your temple by tenfold
The pinnacle, profit while the prey upon the weak (weak)
Nothin' changin' but the days when all the infantry is sheep (yes)

shooting hoops or rhyming a reference
Creating hustles just to make it by
Needing more than my 9-5
So I'm getting my people high
Barely walking but I wanna

Production By Kofi Cooks

Engineered/Mixed/ Mastering by Huey P.

fake look like some dolls
Fake like the dream like the dream sold us
Claim we free but then they hold us
Guilty by the skin we molded
American pie

Yeah

This Is America
The Real America

Yo!

In beginning we were nothing but cotton pickers, In servitude 
Disenfranchised, fucked by the Justice