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the valley of the shadow of death - mick jenkins lyrics

[verse 1]
uh
give a f*ck if yo’ pockets low, we been living lowkey
wonder how we was popping bottles, this far below deep
poverty line wasn’t no avocados but toast was on me
early, would break fast was hopping gates [?] pearly
mistakes add up, some n*ggas could name the police
some n*ggas always need somebody else name on the lease
some of us struggling to find inner peace, i’m still fighting a beast
i show love i definitely [?]
against shorty and despite that she preach
while i’m smoking my roach
n*gga, been treehugging
tryna widen my reach
morе vitamin e
really tryna [?] my skull
they tryna tell mе
my freedom abides on a [?]
son of every water i choke
most times i get tried for [?]
i spoke i cry
but never ask why ’cause i know
they give a f*ck if you fly, we supposed to fly to sell dope
we supposed to to give them the keys so they can get the door
still had to kick in the door just to get in the door
when we was five and we gon’ call the boy a thug for the rest of his life
[chorus]
[?] i walk through
everything the taught me
still feeling groggy
heavy on the caffeine in my coffee
no geoffrey
i ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too [costly?]
i ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too [costly?]
[?] too often
only look at mirrors through the smoke
everything go rogue
everything’s glossy

[verse 2]
i feel no evil at all
i pray my closest don’t fall, i know somebody gon’ fall
f*ck saving face i can’t keep changing pace to stay up with y’all
[?] n*ggas running in place to chase waterfalls
i can relate, i can’t erase the time
was tryna handle it all
i’m no kyrie in the least
i had to learn it the harder way, n*ggas pennies decrease
a couple n*ggas deceased
i watched some n*ggas retreat
you ever had a peace treaty but n*ggas [?]
i started turning my cheek
i had to turn a new leaf on n*ggas [?]
was on them backwoods for some weeks
then i got straight to the paper, my paper straight as it crease
got paperweights for receipts
got labelmates we been scammed by the same man we don’t speak
the neighbors hate, we don’t speak
don’t come to preaching just practice whatever you was gon’ preach
scratch my back if you reach
gotta match my joy if you smoking
these n*ggas will do you like leaches
i’m seeing ghosts like it’s bleach
i brought my sand to a fire [hydric?] created a beach
i put my soul in these beats
[chorus]
[?] i walk through
everything the taught me
still feeling groggy
heavy on the caffeine in my coffee
no geoffrey
i ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too [costly?]
i ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too [costly?]

[outro]

- mick jenkins lyrics

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