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gone - civil justus lyrics

my momma tired, but can’t retire
it fuels my fire
makes me sick how i struggle
mire in much desires
face it, i can’t lay basic
complacent, in granny’s basement
my time is wasting
i’m losing my patience
never had none, my doctor smelling like mad rum
lack funds, lack huns, confidence add guns
cycle that start with the rifle
popping a pistol at dudes who look like you
their success start to ignite you
think shit sweet when new york is your home
poverty discrepancy worst than sierra leone
yo, brooklyn is a third world
the kingdom near barclay
debts too hard to pay
we forced out obviously
the tale of two worlds
the story of two cities
the darkness is the underworld, the surface is so pretty
we came here and though that we found home
but ain’t no brown skins in none of them brownstones, we gone

ain’t no brown skins in none of them brownstones
ain’t no brown skins in none of them brownstones, we gone

the resilience of the struggle is painstaking
when you keep asking for swipes at the train station
hurts to see the chick who would be with it
if you had a little spinach, curve you whenever you try to get it
ain’t no more victory award for the hard working
if you ain’t oprah, rapping or ain’t a sportsman
the allure of the trap life, always destroys black life
and these dudes starting to act trife
i’m seeing death, brooklyn got a sixth sense
there’s too many bruce willis’ in my set
he took pushing the bag to pushing the jag
we was onlookers, looking thinking so bad
like it’s hard to hate a pimp when he swagged in gator kicks
or them blue suede shoes, he get hoes but they offic-ish
like barrack in the hood, we love the bad guy
it’s a normal circ-mstance of wanting to be that fly

it’s a normal circ-mstance of wanting to be that fly
ain’t no brown skins in none of them brownstones, we gone

astoria, red hook, harlem
hyde bridge, clinton hill, canarsie
fort greene, greenpoint, sunset park
park slope, south bronx
downtown brooklyn, long island city
lower east side, morningside heights
crown heights, prospect heights, washington heights
flatbush, billy’s burg, bed-stuy
el barrio
and bushwick!!!
they buying us out
they pricing us out
bringing in big bucks
bringing in bed bugs
mom and pop shops shut down
they running us out, running us out of town
go back to your trust funds
go back to where you’re fucking from
go back to…
i don’t give a fuck where it is the fuck you go
all i know is you best get the fuck outta my home!

- civil justus lyrics

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