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trizzmatic - be yourself lyrics

verse 1
blinded optics and minds are microscopic and full of blockage
toxins chemicals wasting a nation
intoxicated
blocks indoctrinated with plots from satan
and proper placements of devils in high places
judges they drop the cases
violating children who’ve been touched by preachers, teachers and leeches leaving us speechless
seeking the weekend even
grieving mamas cry
traumatized
death swoops down on us
in the form of homicide
for revenge
n+gga i’ma ride
amistad slave mental whеn the pain hits you
every block on evеry continent goes through the same issue
cold grave grips you like a bear hug
when you least expect
we share slugs and air thugs
and yo niece’s neck
the streets is wet like graffiti paint on side of buildings
where the lease is set
but you see we ain’t provide the children
with a safe haven from the gang bangin’
on a stop sign their brains hangin’
from a glock nine
it ain’t changin’
hook: 4x
be yourself
teach yourself
hit the streets
fed yourself
treat yourself
lead yourself
overall
free yourself

verse 2
bills probably got us over stressed
popping pills probably
prison had me looking through the steel gates at bill cosby
living in the field got me
sipping on reserves of steel sloppy
staggerin’ like odb
grippin’ like i’m ogc
strapped on a plantation
chewing on a coca leaf
if the sh+ll’s hollow
then this one’s for el chapo
it’s h+ll papo
making decisions to be a cartel worker
or a snake politician who fakes as christian
it’s funny as can be
when you hungry for prestige
throwin’ money up yo sleeve
when there’s junkies in the streets
with knowledge of a scholar who don’t wanna pop collars
cause he honors everything besides mansions with rottweilers
top dollar agents jump out of windows at wall street
when the stocks plummet
splattering ‘cross the concrete
heart beats til the beat fades out
like ghostface on scary hours
got a bullet of truth for every coward… so…
hook: 4x
be yourself
teach yourself
hit the streets
fed yourself
treat yourself
lead yourself
overall
free yourself

verse 3
yo it’s hard to be yourself when eating meat from dead markets
cause the fear sets in trying to impress the red carpet
everybody rockin’ labels that we can’t pr+nounce
they handin’ out oscars
when we’re living like oscar inside a can, b
it can be so simple
but no food’s inside the pantry
babies screamin’ trying to get milk from out a grammy
only if the world understood me and how it could be
we’d all escape the mental anguish from where they put me
if i could go back inside the p+ssy and the water sack
degenerate back to a sperm cell
nah i ain’t comin’ back
it’s back to the mist for me
a wrap under christmas trees
it’s black and a mystery
they trapped all my history
i snap through the misery
movin’ inside a bubble
zoomin’ through all the trouble of judas
resume to hustle
gold chain on my neck without the jesus piece
just a king tut medallion
so my seeds can see (to)
hook: 4x
be yourself
teach yourself
hit the streets
fed yourself
treat yourself
lead yourself
overall
free yourself

outro:
popa+wu dialogue

- trizzmatic lyrics

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