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Red Comb Lyrics - Artist : Dre'es
When your back, it was my whole world
Soulful sounds from Jackson 5 best of Patio speaker so loud Lemon juice with the rec on hold my curls down Before I cared about a song and laid the verse down Blue hawaiian shirt brought avenue My elementary for two years I spent all my time for 2 years in that backyard For few years, I was blissed young and smilin' Of course I shared a few tears But overall ya boi was glowin' Only five years old But best believe ya boi was growin' Between weed dispensers It was limitless, the endless roamin' Eggs from the chicken 'less I get hungry Cause all this runnin' get my stomach goin' But little did I know But little did I know I was surrounded by the madness Not the violence from the locals or the noise from the neighbours But the quiet secrets kept within my kinfolk Instigatin', mental hazin', pain is invoked Brothers before birth, those broken relationships are currently still broke Backstabs, I'm gettin' laughed at I pray the love for a comeback Be all the change ya like to see Be all the change ya hope to be Be all the change ya like to see Be all the change ya hope to be I, pay my dues now I like to get my change back I'm cuttin' family ties tell me who could change that? I gets no sleep, I'm so weak From the overdose hoping that we might be Its too easy to play the victim Too easy to complain about the system Too easy to live solely for the income Too easy to not care about the symptoms Too easy to play (play the victim) Too easy to complain about the system ('plain about the system) Too easy to live solely for the income (for the income) Too easy to not care about the symptoms To all the students in the high school a block from me You're a pilot, not idle, don't idol me Lets get up together, up and leave We been raised spiteful, our land small but a vital piece Isolated situations and somehow we still the culprits Draw land beneath the beautiful hills, white our source is Brown children are tanned, skin glisten White man don't listen to our brown skinned children No condition bad enough to budget us We eat the punches, they punchin' us Stuck in a slump, stuck in a swamp Stuck in a rut, I'm stuck in a house Stuck in my old ways Soul see before they saw the seed, I been Futile since a baby Futile as a man too Futile or lazy Stuck chasin' Jamie so crazy Pickin' pennies, takin' time I'm wastin' time I pat my pockets [?] Be all the change ya like to see Be all the change ya hope to be Be all the change ya like to see Be all the change ya hope to be I, pay my dues now I like to get my change back I'm cuttin' family ties tell me who could change that? I gets no sleep, I'm so weak From the overdose hoping that we might be |
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