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up for my peers who done walk with me for years
Through this pissiness then rain, we gon be ballin when it clears
In the mall workin the seers tryin
head on her
And they talk behind my back
Cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil nigga, boy my
Shit be dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on, dead
have to buck him later
Tell him you too caught up sucking on d
And my brudda bust a two shot ting
For them two times that brudda phone me
I swear dem man
And the house band plays
Country boy
Show me your hands
Still digging ditches
Still the family man
Country boy
Show me your hands
Are they only fit
For building
your country living stress-free
Walkin' for their water, daughter wrapped inside a bed sheet
Black is distant
It's representin' countries that never
by the strength of your numbers
That we, as a nation, would wish to be free"
"The cold prison dungeons is no habitation
For one, to his country, was
better lock your door
Freedom comes, it ain't safe anymore
Freedom comes, oh, no, don't look away
Freedom comes, had to wait for the day
(Wait, wait,
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
You can't punish the kids of a father for his sins
And you can't judge a person by his heritage, or the color of his skin
Remember that
My father is
line dance
And by that I mean
Do some lines then take off my pants
My bad
Didn't know you had a man
Don't give a fuck tho
I'm only here for one night
country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country"
Excuse me
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is
me for my money, but they love me for my style
Got these girls down at the creek, and they going buckwild
Then, they hop up in my charger, and they rev
money ain't speaking, then you know why we yawning
I can't lie, being rich is my calling
Omo ale ni sapa, e no belong to the hubby
Poverty is for
Didn't ask for your opinion
Stay the hell up out my business
I got my own but I'd rather blow yours
If I can't by it twice then it's something I can't
abandoned by my bitches and friends
You don't want beef with people like me so don't pretend
I'll resurrect your aborted baby and kill it again
You get no
getting killed by supremacy’s
Got me feeling like a panther in the seventies
And all my brothers locked
And they aint granting no clemency
Praying for
Surrounded by fields and pine trees
A pretty little thing right next me
Oh out in the country is where I like to be
Skip the movies and the city life
They can
place!"
As he salutes the Stars and Stripes
By raising fists and starting fights,
Like an aberration from Hitler's Nazi Reich
Not proud of my skin
your mind in the manner that
The Almighty God has designed the human mind to do
Tug of war, in my mind's like a clash of the titans
Thoughts
to the security officers and the people who say they went to war for the country and became disabled
Even the officers who say they are the protectors of our lives
for my friends
People can't see my pain, camouflaged by a grin
It's like one fifty one make you run out your skin
Got a turtle out his shell let
to dust and it's audible
I turn your 10-gallon hat to some particles
Can't even read what they wrote in my articles
I'm so illiterate
I can't even read
the triple cross
I got snake in my veins, snake in my drawls
I got snake on my attire, snake inside my wounds
I put snakes around your eyes and, man, you
can't make America great[02:09.97]By makin it worse[02:11.41]For everyone who doesn't fit within your turf[02:14.84]Why don't you get a real
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