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chris choice - feel me lyrics

master p put a youngin’ on game, it’s more to life than the sh-t we proclaim
dear mr. president you ain’t sh-t, it’s ironic that your mom raised a b-tch
babies starving and mothers dying trying to find a balance
fathers locked in jail drinking hennessy from the chalice
callus on our palms from labor, and beliefs the white man is the savior
you’d think black folks are lowly favored because it’s clear we’re deeply hated
the black man is god, i mean see what we created
the black woman is mother nature, the stars and the moon, and everything greater

feel me, feel me
i ain’t perfect but love me til they k!ll me
feel me, feel me
if you real you gon’ love me til they k!ll me

came out the field of the merk
watch a young n-gga do work (yeah, yeah)
putting dead prez in he-rs-
no road rage when them n-ggas flip birds (yeah, yeah)
i lived in the trap, i was just 12 and i saw them bust packs
they taught me that 12 give you life for the crack
they taught me don’t ride with that serial number scratched (the h-ll is you doing)
tricks of the trade (yeah)
king vitamin and frosted flakes (yeah)
make syrup out of kool aid (syrup)
ain’t smoking no less than a eighth (smoking)
i asked how to make bread (how you do that)
and them n-ggas put me on game (they showed me)
white pair of 9’s with the j’s (snowing)
tearing down the skating ring (yeah)
bought a b-tch a flashing ring (i got it)
a glow stick for her wrist (i got it)
a pool shark at heart (that right)
saw some n-ggas off the fist (w-ssup)
but it is what it is (it is), i can’t change where i’m from (the merk)
as far as fear i have none (not at all), now let me know are you the one (yeah)

feel me, feel me
i ain’t perfect but love me til they k!ll me
feel me, feel me
if you real you gon’ love me til they k!ll me
feel me, feel me
feel me, feel me
if you real you gon’ love me til they k!ll me

that’s back in the days n-gga, back on kolb road and sh-t
know what i’m saying
staying by the motherf-cking juke joint
know what i’m saying
n-ggas used to let us in for free because we was some cool young n-ggas
know what i’m talking bout
sh-t we used to leave the field and pull up on my homies in twin lakes and sh-t
take them n-ggas out to the skating rink, ya feel me
chuck what’s up n-gga, my motherf-cking blood cousin

- chris choice lyrics

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