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young minds - survival lyrics

[verse 1: b.young]
the wicked ways of this world will leave you twisted
they told me aim for the moon when they know ill miss it
don’t take nothing for granted and grips ya permits
they’ll wait for one little slip before they make you split
you can try and tell yourself there ain’t nothing wrong
but ya money locked up tommy chong because of legal bongs
its just another example of their l-st for power
can they control the bottom cl-ss from the tallest tower
give you a minute when you need a f-ckin hour
stressful work and constant bills will have you pushing daisy flowers
its takin some years outta my life
i’m making it clear that it ain’t right
using my fear to help me fight
but its still unclear if ill last the night
what’s the point of putting up a struggle
when the world is working hard to restrain you in a bubble
restrict your words with a muzzle
hide a piece from your puzzle
i think its time we call a huddle
to create a tsunami from a puddle

[verse 2: b.young]
no matter how bad you have it somebody has it worse
try b-tchin bout your day job to the driver of the he-rs-
or a military nurse it doesn’t matter
i rather see past due then blood splatter
look on the bright side
they can’t take what’s inside
im talking bout your pride
you got the power to decide
so don’t feel forced to choose one of their options
show em without you they crumble that’s how you stop em
tackle an stomp em
crackle and pop em
direct their focus to you
their number one problem
instead of five flat fingers we need to form a fist
my head is solid aim on target ain’t no way we can miss
im sick and tired of thinking that im sick and tired
retired once but im back and fighting fire with fire
its an eye for an eye so i hope you ain’t hungry
cuz between you and i their ain’t enough pieces of pie
im here to step on your feet, get the f-ck out my way
i hit as hard as this beat, and back up what i say
then retreat to the streets, in the gutters i play
the trash you tried to delete, sh-t just brightens my day

[verse 3: b.young]
cracking knuckles wringing necks
this a jungle check the specs
pick a hustle get a check
feel the struggle in the trek
grind away all night and day
find a way to fight the pain
don’t delay the effort
or go spinning down a darkened drain
[—–break—–]
put away that picket cr-p
pick up any cricket bat
smash the f-ckin t–th
of every critic trying to holla back
the systems there to hold you back
trace and track the place your at
replace your face with ease
in case you recognize the empty vat
they think we are blind deaf and dumb
hope we turn on each other
but combined as a sum
well divide their storm from our weather
hold your breath if you can
until you light as a feather
consider it cutting loose ties
im bitter no better no lies
difference deep in the eyes
disguised a disgusting surprise
a demon crawling inside
meaning to distinguish your pride
break you down till you crumble
caving in from all sides
we were behaving too humble
basically gave them their prize

- young minds lyrics

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