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mr. j. medeiros - my own lyrics

my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own

bearer of burden, the error i’m certain is due to ignorance
be carefully aware of the curtain-cued indifference
to manslaughter one mans daughter
another mans video groupie
you sittin on gold cool i’m st-ttin on two feet
my loose leaf dangerous my truth be stranger then fiction
i aim with a conviction, the marksmen in me is inflamed
this art intended me to be the archenemy of fame
the heart of venom need a vein the weak of will evil type
selling us the famed people k!ll people hype
tell that to the 9-year-old shot in the face
for the 9 he holds was never really locked in its case
theories get mocked when you mopping up brain matter
you copying a fame rapper but after you drop
it ain’t the same
actors is caught in a frame you just caught in a game
fought for your chain got got and never thought of again

my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own

on the t.v. all i hear is gun talk
on the radio all i hear is gun talk
on the t.v. all i hear is gun talk
on the radio all i hear is gum talk
on the t.v. all i hear is gun talk
on the radio all i hear is gun talk
on the t.v. all i hear is gun talk
on the radio all i hear is gum talk

i’m sure the sky will stop falling once we sober the dead
cus circ-mcised or not homie we all in over our heads
calling on the phone for the pres
we tall men with the chrome in our hands we act foolish
the opponent of man attacks school kids
lays bones and raise more stones then druids
glocks in the 80’s
came like new kids on the block in the 80’s
a new kind of pop a new kind of rock
they boiled it down and got this new hip-hop
where you can get shot
and i don’t want no part of it now its double negative
i don’t care who started it or how subtle the message is
it ain’t melle mel then i’m curious
define murderous count to 5 till we all get furious
naomi, anna, lena, marry, and marian
holy father please carry them

my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own
my own i’m standing up on my own

- mr j medeiros lyrics

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