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Everyone’s testing my patience. Lately, can’t see what’s troubling me. Part of it’s mental Part is emotionally Maybe just some pure love that I need. Unfortunately I had to bleed to believe. That’s why my hearts on my sleeve. Suffer from hate. Suffer from lost. Brutality from the police. I had to run and reflect on some things that’s putting a burden on me. Recovery Surgery Life going fast as a 10 speed And I can’t breathe I can’t leave And I can’t run Surrounding myself with just 4 walls They tell you to spread peace and love in prosperity But if I hit the ground then I’m gon fall With no pick up This a stick up For the ****** that’s coming to take all the money If I bet a dollar for everything that you was raised You couldn’t take none of it from me. Or maybe you could. Just like America Destroying my mental Create a criteria Then you compare us 1200 dollars  just last me a week. We wanna conquer, but hard to defeat Protesting ain’t hurt enough or a speech. If I goto the corner store, give every black man a dollar that’s homeless would that even teach. They lie thru their teeth, so I gotta preach You calling it anger and screeching, that **** is a reach. Everyone’s at the top. Won’t look beneath. Until I got murdered cold blood in the street.
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
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Everyone’s testing my patience. Lately, can’t see what’s troubling me. Part of it’s mental Part is emotionally Maybe just some pure love that I need. Unfortunately I had to bleed to believe. That’s why my hearts on my sleeve. Suffer from hate. Suffer from lost. Brutality from the police. I had to run and reflect on some things that’s putting a burden on me. Recovery Surgery Life going fast as a 10 speed And I can’t breathe I can’t leave And I can’t run Surrounding myself with just 4 walls They tell you to spread peace and love in prosperity But if I hit the ground then I’m gon fall With no pick up This a stick up For the ****** that’s coming to take all the money If I bet a dollar for everything that you was raised You couldn’t take none of it from me. Or maybe you could. Just like America Destroying my mental Create a criteria Then you compare us 1200 dollars  just last me a week. We wanna conquer, but hard to defeat Protesting ain’t hurt enough or a speech. If I goto the corner store, give every black man a dollar that’s homeless would that even teach. They lie thru their teeth, so I gotta preach You calling it anger and screeching, that **** is a reach. Everyone’s at the top. Won’t look beneath. Until I got murdered cold blood in the street.
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
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