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rose - maderanged lyrics

intro:

speak on…speak on something

hook:

on and on, the rolling stone, the concrete rose
my child (my child)
they live life on big ass boats, i live life from couch to floor
how much worse can this sh*t go?
bridge:

i’d love to change the world
but i don’t know what to do
so i’ll leave it up to you

verse 1:

i wake up in the morning with hunger growing
i pray to god for some patience, the road less traveled, a starving poet
i’m balancing pressure, the pavement hot, i’m living a fever
thermometer pop, the stick talk, tell me why is you breathing
that’s dumb talk
anxiety breeding, poverty speaking
my radio speaker live with disease of a money grab
that proceed to molding an artist to industry standard
executives pressing repeat on a profit margin that **
i never grew up with soothing comforts of silver spoons
so cutlery don’t make sense to me when i’m lacking food
i got ambition that worry my brain to smithereens
smother me to infinity as i hear them scream
put two and two together, you’re number 2 at the best
your demo spin in the toilet, your record break on itself
they ain’t believe in jesus when he brought lazarus back from the dead
so how i’m supposed to believe in myself?
bridge:

i’d love to change the world
but i don’t know what to do
so i’ll leave it up to **

hook:

on and on, the rolling stone, the concrete rose
my child (my child)
they live life on big ass boats, i live life from couch to floor
how much worse can this sh*t go?

verse 2:

my cornucopia like yugoslavia
i’m starving artist, my closet looking like memorabilia
my skin is fetishized by skinny scandinavian l*b**
poverty pocket, my criteria say i could rob you
my criteria seen material gain
my permanent empty pocket to blame
i’m quietly watching your watch, ain’t nothing ours today
you went for seconds today, 12 know my government name
i’m used to it
rob the rich, why is you robbing hoods?
you hungry and planning a l!ck on your neighbor’s goods, you a cannibal
the jeffersons was an epidemic report, they quarantine the poor
your balance low is a medical flaw, uh
fabuloso
pushing parable, proverb, chapter, verse, and apostle
preaching the hardest gospel
i speak to you from the gravel lot of a pothole
god moved the rock and told hip*hop to come home
bridge:

i’d love to change the world
but i don’t know what to do
so i’ll leave it up to you

outro:

population keeps on breeding
nation bleeding, still more feeding, economy

- maderanged lyrics

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