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ransom - there will be blood lyrics

[verse 1: ransom]
look, i grew up poor but didn’t dream poor
i always seen more while peekin’ through bullet holes in my screen door
always haunted me when they scream more
i’ve seen extreme gore, been in more wars than most of marine core
yeah, f+ck you postin’ a meme for?
sh+t, we win and check out my team score
who ever thought i’d make the age of forty?
after pain & glory, i was still hidin’ work and guns in a jean draw (woo!)
ironically, i was cookin’, was servin’ fiends raw
done seen chalk, talkin’ too dirty’ll get you cleaned off
serene thoughts, mind over matter although i seem lost
supreme boss, invested in tech and makin’ machines talk (bla+ouw!)
this how the game’s played, rewind and +n+lyze throughout my brainwaves
i used to fantasize about cocaine raids
in the booth you can hear my chain wave
whippin’ a foreign how we remain slaves
play it back and i scream more (yeah)

[chorus: ransom]
it’s feelin’ like we at a crossroads (crossroads)
i hope we all grow (all grow), pour out some liquor for these lost souls (yeah)
i keep that burner by my torso (bla+ouw!)
and i’m on tour so (tour so), don’t run up on me like you lost bro (nah)

it’s feelin’ like we at a crossroads (crossroads)
i hope we all grow (all grow), pour out some louie for these lost souls (yeah)
i keep that burner by my torso (bla+ouw!)
and i’m on tour so (tour so), i pray that 12 don’t get us all bro (nah)

[verse 2: che noir]
look, i had a dream to see loot
frustrated teens just turn to casualties on the news
from where if you ain’t eat at home, you had to eat it at school
back when mama filled my face with vaseline before school
it was hard, we used to struggle with no heat, we were stressed
the couch or floor was your bed, gotta sleep fully dressed
just a minor by the time you took ya feet off the steps
now a gat you gotta keep by ya bed, n+gga
pistol like (?), trigger finger, aim, spray ya head
concrete where he laid and bled
shooters ask again in case he playin’ dead
all my shooters got jamaican dreads
on your head i place a bet
if you ain’t got my money, b+tch, i’m takin’ heads
most of these n+ggas panic in war
i got a plan from the lord to help me handle a storm
i watched n+ggas take a seat and wave they hand to report
pointin’ fingers like a poster of uncle sam in the port, d+mn

- ransom lyrics

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