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Growin' Sentimental
- //INTRO:
- Sometimes I sit and I wonder and ponder, life is so beautiful,
- why don't we carry on tradition and inhale its essence?
- This is sort of the tuth nobody speaks, we don't dare to hear,
- why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?
- //VERSE 1:
- The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',
- the corn tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',
- the saxophone player and the little kid flowin',
- with the beat as he spills like his poetry is spoken,
- it seems that with words he speaks time is frozen,
- stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,
- he grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,
- it seems that every second his time will close in,
- the clearly vivid murals in Atlanta with depictions,
- of the blacks and the whites all together, with no friction,
- I'm hopin' that I can speak the truth, I'm not dissin',
- I just think the message isn't blatant, y'all should listen,
- see rap music's an art form, like a diamond, glistens,
- I'm hopin' that my lyrics are spiritual, you're uplifted,
- it's wicked how the news is bended and twisted,
- like licorice until it falls apart, views are christened,
- lyrically gifted, I split it like spliffers do, it's mystical,
- spiritually lifted, whether Christian Jew, religious views,
- I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,
- I just get the shit confused, why there's stick and moves,
- and gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,
- drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,
- it's skewed the way society views women, bitch shit,
- and we should not care about teenagers, wrists slit,
- not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,
- and drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,
- the troubles in the system have arisen, I must share,
- how nobody's there, its recognition isn't fair,
- the flight of stairs into the devil's lair, who the hell cares,
- say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,
- you know that whites are trailer dwelling trash rednecks,
- and blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,
- make too much for Medicaid, that's millions of people,
- but yet they don't get a subsidy, what a brilliant evil,
- to blow the fuse is absurd, it's the real truth in the words,
- but now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds
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