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anatomy of a hypocrite - dumacalas lyrics

[intro]
bl**dy bodies, bodies on the ground
victims with graphic pictures, all around
price on my head, how many dead?
flee the scene or empty clips in my head
pray for me
run, run, run, run , run, run

(k.$.a.t memories)

[verse 1]
run the watch, the chain, the remedy to my pain
how did i get here
was raised in the burbs, hating herbs
fighting fear, straight up, bread up, no curse
(till i)
started chilling on the corner passing marijuana
(d*mn im a stoner)
teenager with n*ggas ten years older
notoriously known around the city
for chasing the sight of a titty
no pity, i’m a vet, for the kitty
i mean
i’m thirteen with fiends fiending for green
charged up, taking charge to catch charges
taught to hate me kind, uncle ruckus
what in tarnation, straight of the plantation
pigment gifted aboma*boma*nation
demons, all round me, h*ll’s conception
but how
when im a christian, sworn to my religion
living off fact or fiction…
[refrain]
steady fishing for the acceptance of the enemy
but their acknowledgement might be the end of me
why, why are you not accepting me
why, why are you not respecting me
i skinned a family to be apart of your family
to be one of you and you still not accepting me
n*gga ill give you a reason to respect me

[verse 2]
in my mind, was running outta time, rewind
was profiting as a pocket picker
would touch on my baby sitter
for the respect of an older n*gga
i figure, he was my father figure
im older adopted the mind of an overthinker
abused by my thoughts, destructive liquor drinker
man i hate my life, i can’t feel my liver (where is god)
without mary jane, i feel my body shiver (where is god)
where is god, i hear the devil getting nearer
i heard him hiss, slither then whisper (where is god)
no generational wealth, okay lets fix that n*gga
remember that older n*gga that usto influence ya
robbed your brother, mother and baby sister
claimed he found her after he kidnapped and raped her
you going let that slide n*gga?
what happened to pride n*gga?
i ran out my house it was gonna be he last day today
gun in hand, clip loaded another casket today
n*gga its over hand it over
palms sweaty my fingers shaking at the trigger
bars in front of me, man if i don’t k!ll this n*gga
no bail, straight to jail, they going rape a n*gga
outro:
bl**dy bodies, bodies on the ground
victims with graphic pictures, all around
price on my head, how many dead?
flee the scene or empty clips in my head
(backwards rapping)
pray for me

- dumacalas lyrics

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