Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Those are my words,
Swag in my click clack language
African American ...
With them baseball caps
Dreadlocks under...
The African sun
Discussing our health
Issues, whoever wins
It's the same problem
The youth is still starving
Big houses ...
Trophy wives complaining
That they can't sleep at night
Needing new designer shoes ...
Fake friend reappear when ever my pockets are full ...
I am done dreaming ...
My eyes are open
Over looking myself in the mirror
I am losing my mind
This feeling won't leave me alone ...
I have done so much ...
Made my mamma so proud
Why should we let it go...
We are the people's people
Eating magazine dinners
I can't let it go, so get used to it
Popping up like ... hot flashers
Look at them all coming
It’s the same story
Driven with jealousy
They wanna rip my face off ...
And get in me
I forgive those, who will soon
Find out about the ongoing journey
We'll appreciate everything ...
Jesus Christ didn't take his own life
He made a sacrifice ...
For us to be in it twice
So I share mine with ease
It's just for you to ask
No need for you to hide
Stand tall with your fist in the air
Look at them all coming
It’s the same story
Driven with jealousy
They wanna rip my face off ...
And get in me
It feels like my soul is stolen
No memory of me selling
Look what this game did to me
I won't allow for my enemy
To fill they lungs with glitz and glamour
They say we're selfish, we only wanna talk
About cash and exposing our beautiful sisters
Hip hop ain't the same
Rappers are lame
Firstly do they have the knowledge
You don't know where I am heading
Or where I come from ...
Look at them all coming
It’s the same story
Driven with jealousy
They wanna rip my face of ...
And get in me ...
I am ending this song
for you it doesn't seem long
Judge yourself before you judge others
Look at them all coming
It's the same story
Driven with jealousy
They wanna rip my face of ...
And get in me
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