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Hard for a black man
Instead of praying for a change
I think it's time we make a change
Come together
Black Man, white man
Didn't Sam Cook Say
That

by my ties
I aint the one numero uno pockets on sumo pushing a two doe
Riding with something that keep it a hunndo
I dont know what they on but long

Bruv, I didn't look at it this way before
But as I approach my birthday
All you man are my youngers
You man are my youngers bruv.
If you ant spat

love me or leave
Decide, hurry
Ain't nobody got time for that
Be gone or get on
Can't meet me halfway
Click your heels and be gone
Dorothy you're not in

Hurricane

Bridgit Mendler

Hello My Name Is...

2012

uh oh)
There's no place like home (uh oh uh oh)
Home (uh oh uh oh uh uh oh)

I'm boarding up the windows locking up my heart
It's like every time

Hurricane

Bridgit Mendler

Hello My Name Is...

2012

uh oh)
There's no place like home (uh oh uh oh)
Home (uh oh uh oh uh uh oh)

I'm boarding up the windows locking up my heart
It's like every time

Hurricane

Bridgit Mendler

Hello My Name Is...

2012

uh oh)
There's no place like home (uh oh uh oh)
Home (uh oh uh oh uh uh oh)

I'm boarding up the windows locking up my heart
It's like every time

I was out there all alone now
Just Hearing voices through the phone now
Could tell your feelings by your tone now
Kept praying now I’m coming home

like the bubbles in thirty one thousand
Two hundred and sixty four bottles of beer
Sacrilegious music programmed by the keepers of our fears
It was in

forgiveness
For not focusing on you
When I needed to I'm repenting
I'm sorry
For holding grudges real tight
It's time to let it go
I'm done hurting
I'm done

Heaven gained an Angel when I lost a piece of me
I've been searching for answers and it's still not clear
If only I can turn back the Hands of time, you

Quarantine really got a nigga weight up
It's time to wake up
They can't out date us
They making moves but they couldn't out play us
Sharper than razors barbers

and
Times (I rep that Anna)

Picture perfect
No purpose involve
It's killing the clause
By killing our cause
Sophistication
My motivation evolve
It's harder

royalty
Stomp on a gold paved road Dorothy
Abort the scene
Safest with you escorting me she say
Extorting me for pay
Cannot allow it
My endowments in

perception is key

I wrote this listening to Janelle Monae
Or was it Stevie
I wonder
No, I think it was Tony, Tony, Tony, followed by Marvin Gate, Curtis

even know
So, let the good times roll
Well, I guess now it's all my fault
So long as you're the one to blame
Blazining a trail through your burning

no energy
Wish I could choose a path and stick on it with certainty
I wish my road was brick and yellow seems like Dorothy had it easy

And I've been

day
Seen you walk by back right on the balcony
Thinking bout every time, every night
Every now and then
Ayy What do I do
How could I prove it, that

before my time to blow
Chasin' my excitement, I ain't fightin' when it's my time to go
Surrounded by temptations, got the devil fightin' for my soul

your better
You ain’t been praying I can tell
No this ain’t just whatever
I swore they saved me by the bell
I’m wishing you would wish me well
It was too

plate and I'm always gon' finish (King time)
I'm chasing the bag as if it's on my hitlist (Bah)
I'm praying to God as if I was religious (On God)
Stuck in

Ocean, then we
Switch it to Lana whenever cruising the coast
Yeah, we just getting high by the beach
Whenever we wanna
In LA had to go and cop the Oz

at on-E at Thai 9
Tell em it's break time come and hear my rhyme
Then I meet up with Nini and fine dine
At the Corner Kitchen we sipping that fine wine

thought we was
Rolling up a forest
Like Tanic said ancestors
Passed on the message
Not to touch a rotten fruit
But when it came time
For a higher calling