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freddy will – poor man’s curse lyrics

poor man’s curse

the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
many are called but a few get chosen to be
we live this life with a poor man’s curse
tryna get rid of that poor man’s curse
‘fore i’m lyin’ in a he-rs- [x2]

this coulda been the truest sh-t i ever wrote
‘cause nowadays they destroy us ‘fore they give us hope
how could you make it in a cold, cold world, a victim of hate?
when they’re puttin’ obstacles in every path that we take
if you should die tonight would you be hangin’ on a noose?
or like jena six would you let em face the truth
i’m in the booth
full anguish and pain
tormentin’ my brain
why do life gotta be this insane
i broke the mirror ‘cause i hate to see the look on my face
the fast lane i’ve gotta conquer and leave no trace
it’s like these crabs in the bucket tryna bring me down
i ain’t got a screwface homie, it’s only a frown
went to my mother and she told me all she had for me is jesus
in the church, i fell asleep and didn’t listen to the preachers
who will i live for
who will i lay on the floor
strip homie ‘fore i let off the fore

faced with racism
back home it was tribalism
what should i do so i could stay up out of prison
just like a project girl who’s gettin’ raped at an early age
i just wanna flip the page
you know, everybody’s tryin’ to eat
my mother’s workin’ two jobs, standing on her feet
i’m on the corner, with the brothers bringin,’ marijuana
to the shawty in the jeep
hopin’ she ain’t wired backpack fulla dope
tryna buy me a lil hope
new orleans wiped out, they ain’t seen the pope
the cemetery fulla memory lanes
is so strange a lotta homies died but still ain’t nothin’ changed
you’re a w-nksta, gangsta
pull ya pants up
you’re probably gone rat if you get cuffed up with handcuffs
my god, listen, it’s hard to be a n-gga
they’re hatin’ on the white girl when they sleep with n-ggas

when you spit some real sh-t
people can’t wait for you to slip
so they can call you out and label you a hypocrite
say you’re a thug, they wanna hear ya guns go off
now the streets wanna see if you’re soft
real g’s never chose that life
they were born in it
learn a thing or two from old heads that’s gone through it
what they want they pursue it
at the end of the day, gotta find a way to get through it
caught up in the system
but no we won’t die
like the kids born with aids in the african village
that was trapped since birth and had no choice but to live it
uh, my daddy always told me, believe the holy spirit
i hope he’s right because the good life, wanna live it
i believe in miracles
tell god i’m still on my knees innocent child
runnin’ wild, committin’ homicide
in retaliation, if my homies die

- freddy will lyrics

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