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Thug Cry

from Rapz Pt​.​1 by Dope J

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Purple ass flowers got me glued up to my seat/
Get my mind off this pain I been wantin so long Fa it to retreat/
The more that I ponder it increases like yeast/
Spit crack on these beats to qualify my seat/
Define bravery/
Set my goals at a rapid pace/
Stand in my way I'm at ya face like Olay/
My Face spell perpetual pain left over from my broke days/
Legends are made a minute but I couldn't pay the minute maid/
Damn/
Watching peers over years fall to gunshots and violence/
I really don't trust niggas I'm only BEIN honest/
Tale of a black male in the land of drug sales/
Attracted clientele/

Insured my profit wit a digiscale/
Pull up to the shell I'll serve ya well/
12 duckin Fa a fistful of dollars/
Mama buckin cuz I couldn't keep my promise/
Feeling like the world got sum (a)gainst my brown skin/
Pull myself up 4 levels then I'm down again/
Without a friend to call when my bones get shaken/
And my mind gets cloudy positive thoughts are all vacant/
Ganja gimme meditation to the talents that been latent/
Come Fa me I'll hit u first no mo fear it's been fasaken/
Port after port square after square/
I been stressing/
Game of life is weird roll the dice it'll have u guessing/
I been crazy ever since I got her pregnant /
And the baby Neva came product of my selfish game/
U look at me and say wateva but refrain/
From actin like I haven't been fucked Ova all the same/

Been thru Many sleepless nites and unfulfilled wishes/
I had plenty pots an pans but next to no dishes/
Peep the pattern that's elaborate posing pictures of pistols packin/
Back up or down pussy aint no difference in reaction/
I can read errythang u sayin I got life on closed caption/
Mob mind only thang left is a pocket napkin/
The sins of the daddy fall on all of his sons/
Out of all my sibluns been felt I was the one/
Shackle my body trap my soul but my mind gon elevate/
Shine brighter than hi-beams in ya face I scintillate/
Strong gas in my tank yours welterweight/
I got dat Tyson punch/
Gon get a taste/
Been a weeknd since I creeped in/
My head been off dat deep end/
Gettin cool wit Puerto Ricans drinking water that's artesian/
Life is so cerebral gotta checkmate dese niggas/
Loading up a magazine how dumb niggas solve they issue/
Bring it back to the bottom of the map/
At square 1 roll one and settle ya difference/
Cuz if u bun him prosecution gon have forensics and a witness/

Pick 12 like a bball team/
Complications of livin ain't no tellin what I've seen/
Besides pain besides hurt/
I been clean I've done dirt/
Kept it real seen reverse/
Knowing these addictions killin me but Goin without seems worse/

22 wit the world on my back/
Chasin the cheddar but don't wan get caught up in the trap/

They train us to think lowly/
Relax listen to the words that is spoken/

im so open like moonroofs/
connected like bluetooth/
i got a couple homies thats soowoo/
they aint lookin fa no blues clue/
changin faces to get cha cake up/
bitch remove det make up/
sold ya soul in exchange fa a jacob/
material things are worth mo than honor it seems/
drag my name thru the dirt but i emerge clean/
miseducated bout the world its killin me softly/
but then again nobody said life was cost free/

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from Rapz Pt​.​1, released November 19, 2014

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