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rob riley - so help me lyrics

{verse 1: rob riley}
when i’m alone in the dark i often stare at the floor
only light on the dresser is from an incoming call
i don’t bother to answer ’cause i’ve built up this wall
no-body can scale, so they bomb when they bored
hated on my voicemail, hated through text
made me hate myself, what’ll they think of next?
they’ll never take me alive, it’s fuel for the drive
as i arrive, one stop light at a time
hands high at ten and two, issues i’m attending to
will never be priorities, though they’ve attempted to
i gently pull my credentials when asked
i prefer showing my license instead of my -ss
revealing that solely when it’s called for
which is a privilege, they gonna have to crawl for
on all fours, wh0r-s neighing like horses
and the performance better be tighter than corsets

{verse 2: rob riley]
partnering with florist, badges make business flourish
folks get k!lled for less, put em on a ch0r- list
nothing but something to do when it’s boring
making sure more us won’t see the light of the morning
this ain’t the first i’ve fought them, i’ve been -ssured it
won’t be the last, though it’ll be a first for them
if they get a win, which i can -ssure them
won’t take place over my pulled foreskin
they’ve forced it, to my hand i’m referring
with nothing but the same bullsh-t refurbished
keep the coals burning, try your hardest
but my suit of armor is flame r-t-rdant, r-t-rded
pains apart of my everyday cycle
i invite few to a portion of my food
break bread…otherwise don’t break eggs
or tread careful in the mean time break a leg
encouraging -ssh0l-s, in fact we have so
much in common, that the irony isn’t even ironic
moronic decisions, quick at the trigger, pumped
waiting for reasons and a n-gga to give em one
stick ’em up in this wild, wild western
what good is standing for something if your heads turned?
lesson learned, the less you’re mourned the less we learn
politics as usual, expect to burn
they put us in office to shut us the up
not realizing that they had “us” f-cked up
but for what? to interrupt our history month?
we still dying to get what we want
fighting the good fight, which is lopsided
even with my refund check i’m not buying it
i ask why they tripping they say i’m resisting
put a deuce in em, wig and rib good riddance
[gun shots]

- rob riley lyrics

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