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kiid $yd - root $ lyrics

hippy lit mick check mike sh-t. all the poetic sh-t i just didn’t get to say. whats gone on like my marvin g-ye. well h-ll is what falling contradiction. listen. people are so worried about fitting in . being diffrent thensome costing ya whole families income. income pain and blues. a 1000 shirt 5 grand shoes. when ya granny sing the blues. that struggled and sacrifice for u. learn ya roots. u so busy knocking boots worried about who knocking and tryna shoot. that u dont see u. in the mirror what do u see what is there and what is not supposed to be. should i be forced to be in a lane or get what was given . we started all the shot so listen . i run this 3 . diamond mind heart filled rumbus u still on preconceived notions of columbus we founded it all . 3x.slave doug roots to the country u fonded without it ull be stuck lazy f-cks never given.listen. dog we were here first. ik it hurts to pride ya self on being the fliest well 8 000 years ago u wasn’t the highest .thats one down 2 two to go. im on this gas like k-m and go cuz ik ppl come and go. say they love u but wanna see you hang off the rope. in my lines are what i smoke so u they dope. im the black pope. but some my ppl are shame to take pride in thier name. in this game called life we just living falling victim of hate crime but at the same time it be the jimmie that want to be the jays. the carls that want to be the dave. the bobs want to be martins.alien breeed im a martian. super man like clark kent. the maxes that want to be the maclom. regardless the outcome we gone make it back ashamed of being of knowledge what they lack. out of all the pain there worse we feel it but remember being black is a privalage not curse. the media makes it that way it hurts. but behind closed doors the ppl behind the camara with all the answers dont understand ya. little girls with nappy roots get bullsied at school but weave of false material that blind their persona. blunts filled with marijuana. how long will we starve and be thirsty then to quenched and deprived hunger.2 down round three i want to talk about me . i dont want money fame grammy i just need some someone who understand me. no one does not even family. all the shade d-mn tree . i used cain like a danddy. stay in ya lane do your own thang thats how u be successful in the game.well we have different perceptions on what success u want to sell i want to reach my kidds. the misfits the ones trying find they own the ones who fill all alone. they ones who’s families are gone. u see roots dont necessarily mean enthicnixity. im proud of my afrocentricty. but its more to me than the eye can see . im talking bout the roots of my soul. the true pot of gold

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