Sins And Tragedies (feat. Shawn GG)

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Harry Green

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From the streets where they play you
Can't turn around they won't save you
Kidnapped, body bag, I might take you
F*ck you mean they faithful
All them hoes is some snakes too
I just be too grateful
Save myself cuz who am I to go n save you
Lost or draw I leave em all applaud
That they sucked it through a straw
You can say my shit is flawed
Just know they can't knock me off
I speak a different language like I came from Portugal, Venezuela, or Kabul
I profit off this pain because this pain been payin' off
Lost too many homies I can't think of shit at all
P.t.s.d. drippin' on me like it was some sauce
Took too many deaths to turn myself into a boss
So I had to take that loss
No I couldn't make that right
So I kicked inside his door
And I took his fuckin' life
Had to go n double down on the price
Just so they could make it right
F*ck you mean they tight
We'll just go n spend another night
Take they head off
They could never get it back
Just another another night inside this lonely fuckin' trap
Had to make it in this rap
So they couldn't take it back
Had to make it in this rap
Just so they can't take it back like
Yea oh well imagine
Just imagine the trauma from gunshots sent to kill
Pray they miss us by God's will
There's no beautiful weddings
When you raised in the hood
Paint the picture that I should
Only broken homes
And kids that roam
Yea kids that roam
I felt the pain the highs n lows
I know exactly how it goes
From bein' nervous at a show
To jumpin' when the Ruger blow
I seen a lot out in these streets
From Birkin bags to heroine
And all transactions in between
I seen a grown man hit his knees n plead
I seen a baby lose her dad before she was a teen
I seen peasants turn to kings
N I seen kings turn into feens
Had some niggas die before they ever seen they dream
I watched my daughters cry to me
N told em lies to give em peace
I pray Allah's forgiven me
Yea I pray Allah's forgiven me
Yea I pray Allah's forgiven me
Yea oh well imagine
Just imagine the trauma from gunshots sent to kill
Pray they miss us by God's will
There's no beautiful weddings
When you raised in the hood
Paint the picture that I should
Only broken homes
And kids that roam
Yea kids that roam
To kids that roam the streets at night
The darkness is the thief of sight
N them drugs the thief of the mind
Don't spend all day out chasin' a high
What can you do once you lose your life
To the thief of the mind
To the thief of the mind
To the thief of the mind

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