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Lyrics



SPDUBBBEATS - End Of The Night ft Commix Lyrics



verse 1
I figure this' all strange how lyrics control change
A little bit of pigment can triger a raw pain
Now niggas conform saying to think that we all saints
We hind behind the figment of pimping the gold chains
I'm just thinking (It it because I'm black)
Is it because I rap, is it because they had me still in the tracks
A couple years ago I had me flipping niggas for crack
And how the system got me triggre itching for scraps
I tell 'em fuck the radio, they don't want it with Dubb
Heard 'em talk a lot of... they ain't fronting on love
I ain't bout that popping clubs copping models and drugs
You can find me in the slums with my brothers and thugs
We keep a hunnid we lost a lot of us in the mud
How the money made us turn agains our colour for buzz
And had a brother killed for looking like a foreign connect
And all we care about it status, tweeting portions and sets
I mean there's gotta be, some means from lottery
We fiend for college fiends who speak for economies
I mean, and honestly to keep my God I preach
I ain't looking for a reason to reach the Glock-ous piece
So I ask (Is it because I'm black)
I had the rest of the tribe
I'm in the mess with all the mess of your crimes
Mama told me keep your head up and the feds in your lot
I'd rather sleep through better days and see the ends of the night

verse 2
Sirits is in me, they thinking I'm guilty
My native tonue, I played a drum and praise the sun
The whole village can feel me
I know the Gods don't think that I'm filthy
I'm made up in their own image, won't limit my feelings
Simply turning a tragic history towards a victory
Niggas still standing after all the shit they did to me
Even out the clan field I can't afford the bakery
We were picking cotton now the system wanna pick at me
76 was not a symphonny, 76 was not a sin for me
That was bloodshed pouring out the brim for me
now we getting money and they think we got this shit for free
Steve Biko street people see evil
I write this from a penthouse balcony with a sea view
I still see a vision as much as I never see you
Until we non-racial we could never see equal for real




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