dear god, please purify
• Written by Addario
// 0:00 //
got a lotta shit on my
// 0:03 //
plate, but still struggling to eat
beginning to realize we normalizing not being able to make ends meet
and I think this hole is too deep, maybe these hoes too deep
every man gettin' sucked in, and complain bout the hoe is too steep like-
// 0:13 //
purify my mind and body, purify my soul,
dear god, please take me away from the devil's clutches, so I don't begin to fold
haven't even begun to accept that those around me won't change, so I must as a result
haven't even begun to accept that those around me won't change, because I still hope
// 0:27 //
purify my lines, they say they're getting old,
they say all I rap about is addiction and abuse, but that's all I know
went to the land of gold, and went from bad and broke to sad and low
until the day the heaven's call, I'm still trapped in woe (yeah, I know-)
// 0:41 //
always lived a harsh life, read between the lines, I had paragraphs of struggle
rough stretches of rubble in between the supposed paradise of life
but instead of sitting on a beach, I'm trapped, stuck in between ice,
everything a dime a dozen, a gift, even a quarter to buy gum, we'd fight for it
// 0:55 //
"you came from struggle, but you up now, so it's alright, can you move a house a night?"
I'm still on every type of drug, why would I move a home aside, pills killing me from the inside
because when you come from struggle, you realize money isn't a gift, but a curse
people throwin' love, loyalty, beliefs, and joy aside, all for a dollar sign
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and I know I ain't the only one struggling, they try to save face with a mean mug
put a brave face on and team up, put a facade in the tea cup
and have tea parties, drinking up lies they made up just to avoid the truth
until they eventually realize that the tea was all fake, and then they try to talk to you
// 1:22 //
long story short I hate flexing, stacking cash just to feel accomplished
long story short I hate weapons, using guns as a method to feel like a conqueror
probably a long article on the beginning of bloods and crips, but I'll tell you why they exist
'cuz people need to shoot those guns, and if you're on the same side of the block, who you gon' hit
// 1:35 //
why do people validate this? killing each other because of sides? why doesn't it get addressed?
because it has been going on for so long, the peace is asleep, and we cannot put war to rest
"that shit's sick, why the fuck doesn't anyone do something about it"
we've tried. but they don't listen if we say it. not if we post it. not if we shout it
// 1:49 //
this is a message to the young black youth, please stay in school, you are the next generation
there is not anything cool about being shot, learn four times two, get an education
lives being taken daily, they shoot and shoot, without any form of hesitation
but you all can slow that tide, go and live your life, strive to achieve greatness
// 2:03 //
strive to be the greatest, because congradulation flowers are better than those of your deathbed
strive to be the greatest, because everyone looks at the black population as killers and crackheads
strive to be the greatest, not because you fear to die, but because if you don't you'll end up dead
strive to be the greatest, not because you shed blood, but because there's already enough bloodshed
// 2:16 //
yeah, and I've been fighting my entire life to make amends for something I didn't even do
yeah, and I've been fighting to be the greatest, not number three, not number two
yeah, and I fight hard, not to be the greatest in my own mind, but to be the greatest at what I do
'cuz when my name's set in stone, I want my congradulation flowers and my deathbed flowers too
// 2:28 (got a lotta shit on my-) //
// 2:30 //
plate, but still struggling to eat
beginning to realize we normalizing not being able to make ends meet
and I think this hole is too deep, maybe these hoes too deep
every man gettin' sucked in, and complain bout the hole is too steep like-
// 2:44 //
purify my mind and body, purify my soul,
dear god, please take me away from the devil's clutches, so I don't begin to fold
haven't even begun to accept that those around me won't change, so I must as a result
haven't even begun to accept that those around me won't change, because I still hope
// 2:58 //
purify my lines, they say they're getting old,
they say all I rap about is addiction and abuse, but that's all I know
went to the land of gold, and went from bad and broke to sad and low
until the day the heaven's call, I'm still trapped in woe (yeah, I know-)
// 3:12 //
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Addario
Member since January 15 2025