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group home freestyle - bro. malcolm lyrics

[verse 1]

as mortals combat mortality, casually becoming casualties
it becomes clear to see, this thing we know as life is fallacy
an illusion splitting real from reality
but i ain’t worried about nothing and you ain’t even know it
hate the harsh lyrics, never hate the poet
hate the news, never those who report it
swallow an ocean of problems with no fixed way to solve it
(woah) what happen to these rappers being modest
swag on point flows opposite ends of garbage
tarnish any image of a artist ill-strating that they flawless
shout out myke c town, he can vouch for this
i find a way to fail at any attempt that i try
i disguise smiles when depression lurks inside
i realize that real lies reside in those real eyes
that don’t concede with the real time
d-mn, boy need to cool off, chill out, hear a beat, zone out
distract me from living on another n-gga couch
in another n-gga house, he putting food in another n-gga mouth
pause, its just like that when you don’t stand out
and stand on ya own two, somebody else owns you
and that’s the sad truth all my n-ggas go live through, facts

- bro malcolm lyrics

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