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Lyrify.me

Letter C by Jameel3DN Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2015

The good die young
While all these evil niggas prosper
Cutting down they stock
Gold bullets from the chopper
I keep it one hundred
So it's death to the impostor
Infected with that fake
Can not cure it from the doctor
They saying shit is equal
But not for us niggas
When any single cop
Can take my life behind that trigga
Plus black on black crime
Bra' go and check the figures
A system built upon our death
So go and figure
Drinking liquor
Paint the picture
Smoking weed
Niggas bicker
Couple shots
Kill the mister
Brother dead
Kidnap the sister
Niggas talking
Hear them whisper
See the hitter
Point the finger
Cycle on and on
Why the white man getting richer
Can't believe the world
Got me losing my mind
Prosecuting Negroes
While the suits committing crimes
Diamonds are forever
Killing kids up in these mines
Searching for the riches
Ain't no different from the grind
Except ya'll walk free
Roam the earth with no fear
Niggas get the running
When them sirens getting near
The right to remain silent
Is often what we hear
Born with two hands
So these two arms I bare
Break it down till it bare
Tryna get us trapped in cave like a bear
Gotta be afraid what I wear
Cause it seem like
They play do or dare
Tryna find the truth
In the mirror
I'm a king
And the truth is they scared
Can't stand us
Find the truth in a chair
So when I'm in the booth
I don't lose I don't care
And I'm tryna find the root
Like some hair
I don't fuck wit these fruits
Like a pear
I got many different shoes
Check the pairs
Tryna spread the truth
Get used to the share
Wasn't given much
But life ain't fair
Nothing in my pocket
But change bus fare
Tryna make a change
That's rare
Still low
How we make it up there?
Tryna run the city
Like a mayor
Get a bat cave
Like a layer
Level to this shit
Like some layers
But I'm done
I'll keep you in my prayers