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jon murdock - p.o. double lyrics

[intro: jon murdock]
yeah, feel this, yo

[verse 1: jon murdock]
when i was younger, my pockets stayed broke as f-ck
wishing things would change sooner, look up, i stayed hoping
but nothing happened, i’m stuck in the same jacket
i’m wanting to change the madness that i live and gain access
to get this sh-t i see these people rocking daily
like it’s nothing, but i’m still sucked into the same suction
moms couldn’t function in the morning stayed screamin’
up all night, sniffing fiend and had me seeking for the reasons
why’s my life have to be this way?
each day is like a replay, a week’s pay just seeped away
no phone, couldn’t pay the bill but had change to fill
they pants with some bags in they pockets, you know these days are real
didn’t give a f-ck what anybody said to me
punched people dead in the face for standing next to me
not even my enemy, had me feeling hatred
walking down the street like, “if anybody say sh-t”
school picked me out in seventh grade, think about it
thirteen shoved me away, don’t want to think about it
years p-ssed, still the same sh-t, cops on my d-ck
smoking weed, walking down the strip, popping pills to dip
cats started to flip, set ’em up quick, took they sh-t
kept some, sold the rest, pocket thick, yo, look at this
known as a thief on the streets, cops was lookin’
didn’t have sh-t all my life, so i took it
and i’m wrong for that?

[hook: beth gibbons]
from this moment, how can it feel, this wrong?

[verse 2: jon murdock]
using drugs, what i do is wrong and i know that
robbing cats, doing burglaries, i can’t hold back
where’s the weed? roll it up quick, i need to smoke that
cats i ran with did the same sh-t plus c0ke and crack
“get a job,” i heard that same line, like a million times
f-ck that, i’d rather pump this c0ke and flip a million dimes
i’d a wrote million rhymes, thinking ’bout the illest times
that we had k!lling some time, still on the grind
worked a few jobs for lame pay, spent the money on drugs
my parents did the same sh-t, look they broken up
we’re doing that sh-t and my brain became sober
my pain became older, stressed, obtained a plan to raise over
the manners that i live with, from day to day
coped this c0ke, coped this weed, flipped heavy to pave the way
moved into a house with my mom and used the bas-m-nt
sh-t started cl!cking, real quick, money i’m wastin’
coped the whip, coped some rims, coped some other sh-t
stress started leaving, calm down, right in my own crib
now i’m eating, but i’m paranoid at the law
now what i do doesn’t seem right at all

[hook: beth gibbons]
from this moment, how can it feel, this wrong?
from this moment, how can it feel, this wrong?

- jon murdock lyrics

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