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kam g. - pulse lyrics

scared to death of death, hopin this won’t be my last-breath why? cuz these otha rappers lack-depth i’m one of the last-left tryna stay above the wackness never backless, lackin’ practice, or actin’ factless so while you play-the-fool, i play-to-school educate and teach-truth to fill the cavities in each-tooth i’m somethin’ like a dentist with endless stupendous-rhyme livin in a momentous-time keep hope despite all da horrendous-crime committed by the so called protectas sad how they neglect-us from cali to texas all the way to new york i’m talking blue-pork yeah all lives matter but it’s blacks who sit at the bottom of the ladder gettin’ smothered by america’s bladder it’s just the fact of the matter

that end in a week i’m commending the weak for ending the peace all this dying isn’t trending to me so whats the plan cuz we talking like this talking make difference why would we act on our sinning but never act on infringement? we got the game twisted metal flying outta muskets the size of dave givens letting go of our childhood like we ain’t miss it we got knowledge like we could go and attend cambridge, its dangerous to waste the power of the mind you only create greatness through the hours of design and if you feeling lazy, then you crazy cuz you waste energy you complain about all the time

me, i ain’t complainin’ i’m statin truth actin on infringement when they give guns to our youth? does it sound cool to you? it ain’t true talkin makes difference when u scream for truce noose // on our necks like saddam we in 2016 but we ain’t gone far we juss changed the way we percieve things like slaves in chains used to sing in cotton fields now slaves in chains flexin how much they chains bling knhamean? see, i ain’t feelin lazy, still krazy like yg cuz a mothaf-cka hurt when ‘nother mama cryin “why him?” so many kids ain’t gon see xmas, no rakeem bawlin’, no kobe, game twisted like tornados m.o. f-ck ammo, u playin us like grand pianos i lost all my homies all i see is dead shadows that’s why i gotta stay high like notes from sopranos ghetto roses left anon, fresh to death like bankroll born sinnin’ since listenin to this cold world i could attend harvard but i’m po’ education come first // if you rich otherwise u left in the dirt like a sh-t destined to battlin to grow up from that concrete focusin’, focus in winnin’, hocus-pocus shine from that mud like a lotus dangerous and ready in like otis to defend our locus sprouted like crocus, dividin’ waters like moses tired to hear brothas speakin then i gotta quote’em devoted to knowledge, missin’ justice like c. jenner scr-t-m

the fact of the matter is that white america won’t shatter they keep collectin corpses of our fellas our mamas gon be like birds with no feathers uh, check it education is the smartest option, to fight ignorance we gotta have strong notions but if we keep drownin each other in the oceans how can we keep on coastin’? hopin, hopin, hopin mark my words i ain’t jokin cuz all i see police men torturin’ brothas n sistas when they juss walkin we gotta stop this drama do it fo’ yo mama, gon’ cry when obama // leave poplar trees gained ‘nother bo-dies i’m talkin sandra bland, eric garner, trayvon mart-in when all this sh-t – gon’ end? i’m tired to see new hashtags

- kam g lyrics

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