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Dynamic ft. Xxx and Realz - Don't let them speak
- Dynamic Verse 1 You seem to know my life before I
- walked the road, way before the moment that my brain corrodes
- Maybe you should take the load. Releive me of the stress.
- that I've been taking, lows. You can only judge me as
- the person you see but if you don't know me personally
- then you can turn around the path, I'll have ya out on the street
- Man I've been working on my craft and you've been focused
- on me so do you like the way you're living, are you living the dream?
- I think you're picturing me. I think these people got the wrong image
- and it's sickening me. This is my life and music is the one
- really keeping me alive along with both my daughters but
- from one I'm deprived and I'll always tell my story a
- million fucking times untill someone finally sees that this
- is a breach of my rights. This is really how I'm feeling tonight.
- I've got my mind in overdrive. I feel like im slowly dying.
- Do you understand the pain or are you just standing there
- admiring, you smiling. How you fucking like this.
- bet its good and bad for you pricks. Maybe keep my
- name from out ya mouth and learn ta faxer the shit.
- I'm just a kid tryna make it for a cause cos there must
- be fucking light at the end of these walls that I've been
- facing for years. It's time to wake the fuck up and try to
- dry up all the tears but they've been rolling through emotional
- roads of feelings. Ain't nothing tryna fight man it's difficult.
- Why you ridicule me?
- Dynamic Chorus So put your hands up and don't let em speak.
- You better stand up and march with me. Repeat 4x
- Realz Verse 2 It's the late 90s and I'm just a bub
- My mum was a naked waitress in a bikers club.
- Tryna put food on my plate ta survive in the rutts. No
- quickly runnin transport and I'm picking up ciggi butts
- at the airport. Stuff the rich cunts can afford to
- throwaway, stuff that can make a poormans day then
- some things changed but tommorow is just another day.
- Applaud from the front row it's yay or nay. May I tell you
- of the lord and his love and his grace and his son saves..
- This isn't Saints Row and this isn't GTA. I'm not a rod
- reeling ya in but god's the realest ta ever conquer and
- and ya fear him cos he loves ya so much. I'm highlighting
- a catalog but it's just a reminder of all the things I haven't got.
- and I'm emotionally wrecked but ya sniff the rose
- every once in a while ya forget then it set in reminding ya
- livin in a shit hole I'll go schitzo and wipe my ass on the flowers.
- Competition is devoured. Cos Nobody's laughing
- anymore like Austin Powers. Don't let em speak to you,
- Don't let em see you either like an A.V.O but I fuckin hate the
- po po when there corrupt with no soul receipt. I'll throw the key.
- Loadin and lockin the dome piece, blow heat. Nobody ever said this life was meant
- to be easy but I'm mostly tryna find the meaning behind it.
- before I go to leave. No justice and no peace cos I'm told to freeze by police
- on these cold streets...Guido.
- Dynamic Chorus So put your hands up and don't let em speak.
- You better stand up and march with me. Repeat 4x
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