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'Prey' For Us
- (CHORUS)
- Another day, another dollar spent/
- Another man swallowed up by the dark within/
- Another dumb drunk driver with Impala dents/
- Another child with no father or a guardian/
- Another daughter with a diagnosis positive/
- Another martyr with inflated ego, pop the shit/
- And if you're on your last leg, start hopping kid/
- Just keep ya head up, jaw and chin/
- and keep calling Him/
- (Verse 1)
- God, please can you answer my prayers?/
- I've been on my knees for six weeks in despair/
- So fuck it, this weed is all I need to not care/
- So I stuff it, pack a bowl full of green hair/
- And I suck it, like I'm six feet under, no air/
- I fucking love it, can't no feeling compare/
- And you can shut it, if you're blowing my high/
- I ain't got time to be dealing with pride/
- All your self righteous talk ain't saving my life/
- So you can save your breath, quit wasting my time/
- I like huffing the pine, getting lost in my mind/
- Until I run dry, then it's like I'm running on mines/
- Dodging lies from the closest of friends/
- Thinking people always looking at me, mocking my clique/
- The way my life is now I don't want to commit/
- I want to be free, and not have to worry bout sin/
- Or getting disease from smoking a pen/
- That the government sent as a substitute cig/
- Or my life cut short because some punks have beef/
- I'm living till I'm blessed to death, Dro's heavenly/
- The ball's in my court, fuck destiny, I'm repping me/
- Living life like I had the recipe, so follow quick/
- (Chorus)
- (Verse 2)
- Another damn day waking up in the boondocks/
- Swamp land, hay bales loaded onto two trucks/
- Goddamn, what I've give for a few bucks/
- My hands, worn rough from a few cuts/
- But the dew stills come, the dawn moves on/
- The news still rolls even after your gone/
- And still I know I'll be laughing it up/
- Cup to the sky, tip it back till your drunk/
- "If you get knocked down get right back up"/
- That's what we're told so we fight whack fucks/
- One after one, try to light tracks up/
- Shot after shot, try to match white guns/
- The white by your tongue, the teeth in your gums/
- Gotta clarify thanks to media scum/
- Rubbing the dumb ones the wrong way till numb/
- Cooking the brains of the young/
- Add some red rum, recipe's done/
- Boy, that sounds yum/
- This is what we have become/
- An internet slum populated by bums/
- Attached to your life with your thumbs/
- Einstein wasn't right, we can't handle it, 'bruh'/
- (Chorus)
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