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don cook (rapper) - that i would lyrics

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i’m impressed, but i ain’t talkin’ flattered
the fatter that i get, the more that sh-t don’t matter
i’m in tatters, both in my mind and all my clothes
there’s supposed to be a pattern in my flows, so don’t ya’ know?
just goes to show, it’s a difficult process
the knowledge of my growth is just exposed to be nonsense
the boss says, you can pray to keep your strength
but the length in which a goddess would repent don’t make a saint
ain’t it great? that they can layeth a faith?
and they don’t wait for baby’s bloomin’, they just say it’s okay?
go and drown you in some water just to say it’s a bathe
and paint a perfect picture just to pay for the frame
it is a shame, that they don’t give the power to you
they fool you into paying for the schools and pastor voodoo
and the b-st-rd who knew all the backward views are bad for you too
and the facts are used to shoot and p-ss the news that catholics rule you

[hook]
in a time when, my childish thoughts were under-minded and under-appreciated
but then i grew up, and knew what to see and hated
i’ll say it again, i never stated that i would make it (in this life)

[verse 2]
bite down on reality, a salary
is greater for a mayor than a man that paints a gallery
the galaxy is mine, but my rhymes are in the gutter
mother took the time to provide and raise the brothers
and dad, i’m glad you’re proud, cause when all is said and done
you inspire me to make it, and to stay away from drugs
even though you wouldn’t judge, or likely ever suffer
i’d only take a puff of the stuff, but nothing other
enough of the lovey-dovey, it’s below me, not above me
to shove me outta’ the picture is to hug before you numb me
and put me outta’ the loop, you knew that i’d follow you
an “i love you”, a hallow root that never follows through
a solitude, confined to the sp-ce that never ends
escape to marilyn, share a pen into the late
discussin’ amongst another, i wonder enough to love her
discoverin’ under months of none, suffering isn’t tougher..

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