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promonant - mind over matter lyrics

please save my brothers from my enemies they torture us. lay us down for dead and make us slaves again they forcing us. to behave and listen to the man they wanna hang us by the grave and make us look like we’re the enemy. you can feel the energy, the way they intimidate. paint our faces cross for target practice at the shooting range. massa back to show his face, dressed in black and blue and gray. posing likе they keep us safe when wе the ones that save the day. maybe they don’t understand us maybe it’s not bout the race. maybe it’s the way we wear our clothes or look you in the face. crazy how the way they picture us inside the cameras. same way we exhibit this behavior when it’s captured. think about the times you had to steal rob and k!ll just to live. then you tell em your life matters when another person didn’t. and you think of why the cops are trying to run us down the system. yet we’re way to smart to work and make a living. no i’m not saying there is no such thing as racism. all i’m trying to say is what will you do for your children? when they lost and lonely looking for you just to pick up the phone. or when you take em from their other parent where they belong. these mothers claiming child support these father’s leaving their sons. they’d rather put down the books and rather pick up a gun. and then they wonder why it never be no justice for us. can’t face the fact inside their heads that they are k!lling themselves. so while the 5+0 tryna lock us up in cages. we remain inside the ghetto hoping for the wages. it don’t matter to them this been going on for ages. that’s why they standing right inside our homes tryna play us

this is my story i’m just tryna preach. instead of being so offended just listen i’m tryna teach. my father was a hustler living on these streets. he used to stand up on the corner every day a week. he went from 16 to 30 selling dope to all the junkies. had enough to buy his dad a car he was making money. we came from different worlds i was the educated dummy. i guess that’s why i used to run away from him. couple years later and he gets stricken with cancer. fell in love with juliet she was his private dancer. blessed her through the fussing all the fights and all the crying. got locked up again and she finds out he still been lying. one night he was leaving from the club back to the spot. caught him with some b+tch giving him head and she was shocked. asked his ass to leave and he like no baby i’m not. first thing in the morning they tell me that’s he’s been shot

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