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XenoGee

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This what I see when I wake up
Early morning went outside my day on
On the right a mama put her son on a school bus
On the left a brother gunned a nigga blood lust
Niggas always cheating they don't got trust
Niggas always doing everything by force
Cops killing our niggas like they gun's getting dusty so they clean and it must not rust
Like damn
Funeral homes running out of rooms
Cemetery running out of tombs
The stench of blood being worn as perfumes
Lotta bodies on the street we running out of brooms
Now all our hero's getting deplumed
Cuz they wear the honor like costumes
Then they let the position consume
Them with lot of secrets they got buried never get exhumed
Last night I went to air out
Had five or six shots then smoked loud
Got the bar tender the manager the bar owner with some more I made a whole crowd
Got my freak on that was no doubt
Had all these bitches in the high clouds
Getting head while giving head they was all wowed
It was me she and her call me a pronoun(Pro-now)
Sike I'm just playing tho
But for real ain't what all these niggas saying tho
I got this I got that nigga you live with your mum
Claiming that you have what you don't ain't goin make you have none
But I guess it's fake till you make it uhh?
Or keep failing till you make it uhh?
Then you gotta ask yourself a question now
Am I right doing wrong or am I wrong for doing it right
People dying in the streets
Human lives wasting no gives a shit
Do I blame the black people that are ignorant
Or the white people that don't understand us
And now the trust is lost like is it all a game that we play among us and do it all in vein cuz we all the same, race is racist, if racism is a race game then I don't wanna play
This what I see when I wake up
Early morning went outside my day on
On the right a mama put her son on a school bus
On the left a brother gunned a nigga blood lust
Niggas always cheating they don't got trust
Niggas always doing everything by force
Cops killing our niggas like they gun's getting dusty so they clean and it must not rust
Like damn
Funeral homes running out of rooms
Cemetery running out of tombs
The stench of blood being worn as perfumes
Lotta bodies on the street we running out of brooms
Now all our hero's getting deplumed
Cuz they wear the honor like costumes
Then they let the position consume
Them with lot of secrets they got buried never get exhumed
Last night I went to air out
Had five or six shots then smoked loud
Got the bar tender the manager the bar owner with some more I made a whole crowd
Got my freak on that was no doubt
Had all these bitches in the high clouds
Getting head while giving head they was all wowed
It was me she and her call me a pronoun(Pro-now)

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