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letter h - jameel3dn lyrics

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been an outcast since i was bout seven
living in h-ll just couldn’t see heaven
within seconds testing
hand on my pulse am i dead just checking
to proud to be begging
so the next meal to be real ain’t no telling
life struggles of a peasant ain’t pleasant
much testing for what we destined
learned the hard way through lessons
tryna be a man by guessing questions
no answer from the reverend
tryna send a message texting
smart phone preaching nexus
you mean i need a cell for a blessing
when i could just sell for a necklace reckless check this
stay wit my debit
they don’t wanna give a n-gg- credit
unless he get arrested
system congested
present
sentenced like two lines i said it
p-ss laws set us up senate
putting power forward like bennett dey pen it
you rent it they own the complex
accept it
jail cell box a box u inherit
tryna lock us up cuz we black
its a trap
imported crack to keep us back
imported straps to get us whacked
k!ll by our own dis is fact
focus on racks pushin packs
focus on stacks runnin laps
hopin hurdles tryna to get past
fast but we still end up last
olympics only time we on track

been around so i know better
mind frame of this whole letter
ima go getter so my soul treasures
no feathers but anything gold in a old cellar
7 zeroes my goal for next year
anything goes when these foes will catchya
bone collecta ds pros will dead ya
poet i dont rap sin
put dem racks in
bet on me and well cash in
what you askin?
number one pick in the draft kid
number one pick is this black kid
i ain’t trapping i’m just rapping
not a gangster i’m not acting
who called this cast in?
fake friends follow trends they follow cents
you gotta benz you gain a friend
you lose a benz and ya friendship ends
u got nothing left
grandma say mommas knows best
so i don’t trust no chick i dont trust no pigs
i dont trust no lips
talking bout bricks can’t push ya own disc
magic y’all missing the trick
dis ain’t a dis or maybe it is
rappin bout myths
give it to kids who can’t see beyond mist
give it to them who can’t see it’s a script
y’all suckaz is lame life is a trip
life is a trip
life is a trip

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