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stukz - down in a ditch lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah we been wishing, tryna build up ambition but missions are just aborted like babies in dirty kitchens with illegitimate doctors, devil’s cloud is upon us and angels are sitting baffled and battles are being lost, christian’s are getting crossed by n-gg-s that blast in churches and he-rs-s are being flossed, memories filled with blasphemy asked my boy “would you blast for me?” told me “n-gg- be accurate babies are thrown in garbages but your focus is you? n-gg-s in your position are usually down to shoot, and f-ck it you’re stukz, go in the boot, get you a gl-ss dawgy let’s get lost in the booze” and since me and siz click like xhosa women speaking, we feeding the region’s, pledging allegiance to all the teachers that teach us to persevere, screaming this is my year, letting go of the fear, my dearest darling, my loving i’ll never ditch you i swear, who else is hard as this, n-gg- stukz is provocative, lyrics on top of lyrics, running rap f-ck the critics, my 15 seconds of fame are running over a minute
lindo p-ss me the drink my n-gg- i’m far from finished

[hook]
down in the ditch, tryna escape this life
oppressed by the rich, tryna get out in style[×2]

[verse 2]
young blood, i desire to make atonement, we living life like we could die at any moment, its me and izzy, seeking greedy n-gg-s to teach me, to take from needy, motherf-ckers in search of healing, but sh-ts demeaning, mama taught me to be a blessing, and quit stressing about b-tches that sh-ts depressing, we young survivors, thug n-gg-s how they describe us, in search of profits, ghetto n-gg-s have offered knowledge but f-ck it i’m broke, deep in a ditch in search of hope, and here i quote “the best times are when we drinking” when me and lindo would go to boston to pick up women, look in my eyes, the pain resides, i try to hide, my goal’s to die, i’d rather leave my soul in rhymes, and times have changed boy i’ll admit this life’s a maze, from a four room house so there’s no room for failure, my hands on that couch, on my knees saying a prayer, money talks, no gibberish, n-gg-s flow is magnificent, born without a dime, my n-gg- this is my time, i’ve been f-cking these clocks my killer my time has come, i’m kicking the rocks and giving you diamonds, give me my shine, east god the realist f-ck all that bullsh-t, numbers don’t lie the realist will make them forfeit

[hook]
down in the ditch, tryna escape this life
oppressed by the rich, tryna get out in style[×2]

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