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COME BACK ON 'EM
- //The beat drops at 0:20
- VERSE 1:
- I'm constantly providing for my fam and I'm earning checks,
- I feel like through these struggles I really just deserve respect,
- some people have it worse than me, and face certain death,
- in the ghetto with moms popping Percosets and burning cess,
- when you're eating free lunch, people have the hope you lack,
- makes you feel like you need to slit your arm with broken glass,
- those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,
- when everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,
- I've been pulling myself out this dump, I've been feelin' #too #weak,
- I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,
- it's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,
- when we've carried on and never get portrayed by the media,
- I went back to my old neighborhoods, they made me think about it,
- gave me rage and hate and pain and angst, I can't sing without it,
- and high school bullies pick up on you, make you slash it gone,
- and that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,
- for every time they see you in the hallway and they slap your palm,
- and snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,
- you hold the nine and cock it, think about ending shit right here,
- but get up, 'cuz you're strong motherfucker, you can fight, yeah,
- when everyone else is packing sandwiches, and Capri Suns,
- and Mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,
- and your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,
- and your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,
- and tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,
- and every time those fucking kids will take their stab at it,
- just let them know you're like machete blows, got Macs packin',
- give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',
- but yo you've got a heart, even though you will attract static,
- at least you'll beat 'em like fiends when you're doin' mathematics,
- they'll say, "ain't that dramatic", as they wear the Starter Jackets,
- that makes y'all target practice for their vocal automatics so
- HOOK (X2)
- Come right back on 'em, fight, and even though it hurts,
- be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,
- stand strong and all tall, never fall, and that will work,
- come right back on 'em, fight, and leave 'em in the dirt yo
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