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kage of g.o.d - conscience lyrics

pops in the pen
he callin me from the jail phone
ain’t speak to him for weeks
couldn’t pay the bill for my cellphone
it’s h-ll here
ebt cards, n-ggas on welfare
section 8 housing
government funded healthcare
jobs is bleak
and these streets they made hustlas
spirits is low
and these drug they made customers
tsa goin hard
but the drugs made it through customs
why is there a war on drugs?
man don’t trust em
i’m tryna live the right way
but this life turned me into somebody i wasn’t
now i’m tryna live it my way
90’s usher sh-t
flip c0ke cuz the crime pay
and all the fiends tryna figure out how much the line weigh
while i’m tryna figure out how good this 9ine spray
9 times outta 10
sp-ce where my mind stay
so keep ya eyes off my entree
cuz n-ggas never gave me sh-t
and ima grind till my dying day
i lost my grandfather in may
and it hurts just to say that
if he was here he’d say
“kadeem be strong and don’t mistake that
to be in this world is to be blessed and not a lot can say that
don’t be playing games cuz this is life
and you cannot replay that
so every chance you get
make sure you make the best of it
create new testaments”
that’s blasphemy right through your residence
open the duffle
i never seen so many presidents
cops getting acquitted
even with video evidence

they wonder how i feel
but n0body ever ask me
they’d rather give a dap and a smile
when walking past me
just to avoid the conflict
the conflicts constantly clashing
i’m cashing in all these commas
invest my time in my p-ssion
y’all just wasting your time
while you drinking, smoking, relaxing
and laughing about the same sh-t that yesterday you was laughing bout
while my phone jinkin
gotta jug yea we trappin out
i’m in trap mode
it i’ll get drunk and bring the rapper out
my fams all i ride for
friends i don’t die for
cuz they’d turn there back
if new york city was darfur
out there foods what they die for
here n-ggas dying over jays
and the gangs that they ride for
and i ain’t gettin caught up in this black and white beef
all blacks ain’t criminals
not all whites wear white sheets
i’m me
add a bottle of henny then times 3
smoke a spliff while i gaze at the stars
the night speaks
it said believe in yourself, leave them n-ggas surprised
stay true to who you are
avoid them n-ggas that lie
f-ck wit n-ggas that’s doing it
not with n-ggas that tried
wasn’t blind
but couldn’t see what was right in front of his eyes
mama told me “if that drinking don’t k!ll you n-gga
then time will”
do those that think that they a legend
n-gga i’m will
on the mic i feel like terminator with my palms filled
with raw steel
bouta give your stomach a warm meal
they be like that boy sick
man that boy ill
no antibiotics, not even on pills
no school, no screws
but the boy drills
tryna get this f-ckin money up
for these 4 bills
tryna get this f-ckin money up
for these 4 bills
feed my fam some more meals
keep rappin and make em all mitten
it’s g.o.d

- kage of g o d lyrics

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