Saturday Mourning (feat. Deniro Farrar)

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Cheeno Ghee

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I talked to God on a Friday
Saturday morning was lit 
I like to fight on occasion 
Sometimes we boring as shit 
I went to hell for her hoping that I'd return to a lick 
She must been tired of waiting 
She let me burn in that shit 
Easily I would take me against all the 
Rest of you chumps 
Sweetie I mention the sub 
It aint 'bout what lettuce you want 
The train be here in a minute
It's probably best if you go 
I'm off a bird, I ain't flocking with other feathers 
You know 
Support the artists, it's crazy in 2020 as soon as it came
Forecast crashed and for 20 weeks a monsoon and the rain 
Thought cops quit it
No they didn't, they shooting again 
Black owned bodies on dirty pavement refusing again 
Spin that narrative 
Streets occupied by those uniform terrorists 
The beats I'm supplied what I do is imperative 
Apparently the shit I'm living in is inherited 
What they said about Harriet 
Freed many slaves and underground was no chariot 
God asked me twice was I willing to move for the shit with nothing to carry it
Or would I refuse and be left with nothing to bury it 
Sometimes when it come to your purpose that be the scariest shit
No I ain't go millions, but I'm rich in experiences
Seen why niggas don't stick around to be curious
I seen why niggas deserve some time to be furious 
I see why 

They ask me where I been tryna look around again 
Shit I see why 
Seen why niggas don't stick to be
I see why
I see why niggas don't stick around to be curious
I seen why niggas deserve some time to be furious 
I see why

I see why niggas tote they pistols even though they felons 
Guess my melanin make 'em wanna bust my fuckin melon 
And this the last song I'm writing on social injustice 
Ready to grab my pistol and bust it like f*ck it no discussion 
Ain't no drive by we walkin up 
These guns ain't got no ears so nigga don't you talk to us 
Blisters on our feet from marchin but they still gon' target us 
Organizing with my tribe just tryna run them margins 
Pull up at valet in my Honda 
Tip 'em just to double park it like f*ck it 
This ain't no Rarri or Range 
Spend thousands on my chain to cover the pain 
Cause when you born without nothing you got everything to gain 
Risk my freedom for some freedom they still treat me like a slave
Still a nigga but I'm paid 
Ain't had solid sleep in days 
Been a while since I prayed 
God I'm dealing with this rage
They see us as some animals that belong up in a cage
It's time to get organized the Revolution on the way 
I see why

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