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Yeah...Yup! |
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Now I've seen obscene times before this hip-hop game, came |
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Like the cops that checked and left me a mate, |
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To a system with gingerbread minutes I overbake, |
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Put to work in the dirt for a buck and quarter a day. |
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Chopping down trees for the next prison, dismayed |
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And separate us slaves with thirty dollars in pay. |
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The jailer got a tailor and a F-250, |
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Standing on them dirty acres, feeling god damn filthy. |
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Minutes stand for years, suckas crawl for others |
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Understand the biz, I suffocate 'em with covers |
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Cause somebody gets paid, our livings are simply beginnings |
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Like slipping the sugar in some cracker's lemonade. |
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Got my brother in Baghdad, hands crunching grenades, |
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While we hustle like house niggas, trying to buy chains. |
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Back-asswards, for trying to buy change, |
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I'mma walk through the Valley and rally through my pain |
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I'mma wear your confederate flag, and be a rebel, |
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Burn this witch down, Gretel with heavy metal. |
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Cancelled for pissing on the oaks and the stems, |
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The size of youth, see it scenic, like they broke in my dreams, |
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Weave it together, hoes need all the yarn you can swing, |
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From filthy farms, we learned about types of alarms we can ring, |
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Are you gon' listen? It seems the only sense you got is vision, |
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And since we shared our senses now the cents is steady slipping, |
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And since we stopped the youth from praying, sinfulness is livid, |
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And the rich don't really give a fuck 'cause they don't gotta live it, |
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I see art living every day and never paid a visit, |
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To y'all the hoods a museum and we just exhibits |
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The truth is just some digits, a means to an end, |
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By any means, ????? gon' win. |
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Since y'all won't listen, I'll use fists in place of my pens, |
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So then maybe y'all should see the end. |
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Dwell in the Valley of Death, fell in the pits of coal, |
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Into the mountaintop, where streets are paved in gold, |
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But I know, only God can put out our flame, until then we gon' face our pain. |
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But I know, only God can put out our flame, until then we gon' stake our claim... |
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On these Dirty Acres. |
