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eric j. - the rain ain't that bad lyrics

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when it rains it pours
better change ya course
say you got the drive
til it’s time to change ya oil
to the victor go the spoils
but each is victory is jaded
the history keep changin
my n-ggas keep on drankin
pop an extra tab and hope that acid finally changes us for good
gone insane inside the hood
that veil as thick as robin’s b-tch
in the booth spittin til a n-gga start to slob and sh-t
escaping from the bullsh-t that i’m bothered with
the fathers keep on running
so the fatherless keep comin
and them b-tches pullin weaves
but the drama is for nothin
the problem is discussion
when that talkin ain’t for somethin
that loud to my head
like i’m proud of this concussion
i complain about the storm
but the rain ain’t that bad
see jermaine ain’t got dad
and shalaine ain’t got god
cuz her main just got shot
they be lyin’ in them pictures
and zion ain’t here
and orion ain’t near
it’s hard to shoot for stars
when you ridin in a kia
they tell me keep a smile
like i’m the f-ckin mona lisa
it’s cool if sister jenkins
get caught f-ckin on the preacher
but i f-ck before im married
i’ll go to h-ll when i get buried
this weight is on my back
i’m baring tons like i’m levy
and speaking of
what the f-ck is even up with fema bruh
it’s hard to hold my n-ggas down when they be holdin people up
it’s hard to hold em down when they be hold up
who cares what a
tattooed
gold mouthed
nappy haired
pot smokin
acid eatin
shroom trippin
n-gga think
you focused on them bigger things
right
atlanta house wives
or bad girls who hit the club up
cause a ruckus
find some n-ggas
prolly f-ck em
tell em bout it
it’s prolly f-ck ya
but i’d rather give a f-ck
cuz the only other choice is givin up
on my n-ggas
and i can’t
not a sinner not a saint
just a n-gga who ain’t fake
and my heart is on my sleeve
but my body’s in a tank
and everybody in yo crew
think they bout to be that dude
but that’s 6 plain n-ggas
so y’all squares just make a cube
and that truth hurt like tryna learn to ride a bike
i seek what they been tryna hide
turns out it was all inside
smarter that i get
the dumber that i seemed
awareness made lucid
this ain’t nothin but a dream
and the saddest part is n-ggas can’t holla
cuz the tables get reserved for the n-ggas makin dollas
f-ck if i’m way smarter than a scholar
or rock a golden aura
to music like a martyr
instead
they barterin their consciousness
for them empty promises
work hard you’ll get ahead
but that’s if you don’t end up dead
i’ll take the pain with a cigarette
eric j. mandela this the prison that i’m livin in
and tired of givin in to this system
cuz the interest that i’m payin
just get shoveled to the richest
buncha b-tches
f-ckin senseless
but that’s how they want my pockets so i get it
i get it



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