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ransom & nicholas craven - they live lyrics

[verse 1]
let’s try and guess who’s speaking true from the heart
i played ball at a school in elizabeth
and i exhibited filthy moves from the start
i went to duke, ’cause i was able to shoot insane from the arc
plus i could juke, scoot, in and out of lanes avoiding the charge
think the world annointed at a star but i’m just enjoying the art
them packed stadiums never filled the void in them parks
them last second shots screaming ‘kobe’ all by my lonely
couldn’t mold me for the evil the world еventually showed me
thosе ones who mentioned me owe me
but i ain’t one to hold a grudge
they couldn’t show me love
so they showed me up ’cause they soul’s corrupt
so what’s up?
number one draft pick, got the cavs lit
but life ain’t all about playing ball some people don’t have sh+t
for real, you don’t need to speak with discretion
’cause i don’t live my life for the sake of people’s perceptions
nah, you see me, you see imperfections
maybe a snide remark, sarcasm, even aggression
i can’t believe it’s a question
don’t ask me about my mood again
i’d be a billionaire if i’m paid whenever a human sins
2020 covid hits, fear and panic is moving in
but i refuse that vaccination needle going through my skin
they said that i was selfish and questioned what i would do to win
crossover hesitation, skip through and spin
that’s what i’m paid to do in gyms
but when it comes to my body, it’s my body
my decision, can’t believe in this life we living
huh, and i’m not trying to incite division
i’m just trying to help my team win and fight through a tight division
fast forward a couple years, you seeing what i envision
my people been kept in the dark, i’m trying to rewrite the system
who are the originals?
they won’t tell us the origins
i posted up a link to a doc, they thought that was fraudulent
they thinking i won’t score again
spirit’s good and my soul’s fine
the sh+t that hurt the most, i was torn apart by my own kind
shannon sharpe, stephen a, barkley said i was so blind
shaq said i’m an idiot, and i was canceled in no time
and since then, how many kids i fed on my own dime
who am i?
[break]
is anybody out there, man?
i just want to know who you are, who are you?
are you out there? please answer

[verse 2]
let’s try and guess who’s speaking more from the heart
i went to school for chemical engineering
it was there when the cancer tore me apart
before i start, let me apologize
i can still see my mama’s pain when my father cried
but he never lost his pride
that’s why i try and talk to guys, give ’em game
you can’t be no victim to these women’s pain
’cause i just find that sh+t insane
that’s something i can’t entertain
nas said, “sleep with the cousin of death”
well, insanity is maybe a friend of fame
i say all that to say, before all the fame and all of the accolades
n0body cared if this brother passed away
let’s take it back a bit
i was consulting men that was black and rich
worked on their image, gave ’em a classic fit
that’s when i realized
women that’s chasing men who was rated 10
can’t be a winner if you rated barely 5
hated to hear the truth
was trained to hear the lies
i tried to share the proof
despite all the teary eyes
there’s certain things that women just rather not want to hear from guys
i wasn’t here to offend you, i was just here to try
either you instagram, follow, tweeting, or friends on linkedin
i was just telling you women what all these men are thinking
there’s nothing wrong with that plumber making a hundred grand
or the guy that’s working hard at construction went to run numb his hands
d+mn, now that’s what i call a f+cking man
and you think that’s a step down for you?
help me to understand
perhaps can it be a blatant attack on the black family?
a man without woman, is that sanity?
a mother of five trying to survive all this calamity
wants meek mill and i can’t tell her that that’s fantasy
go on instagram and praise k!llers, say free the homie
when i died, you said i deserved it and you ain’t even know me
but still my spirit is good and trust that my soul’s fine
the sh+t that hurts the most, i was torn apart by my own kind
who am i?

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