INTRO:
Jon Wilson on the microphone in the place to be
with my nigga trey in the 413
got Dremus on guitar rocking the beat
only black authentics on my feet
stepping on heads snapping necks
straight jacking your cash I don't get a paycheck
Rosa Parks didn't call shotgun
she fought the whiteman but the whiteman won
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DRAG:
Fuck what you've heard I'm never coming back
Fuck what you've heard I'm staying where I'm at
I'm never coming back I've lost my mind I've lost the race
You drag me down I'm so sick of this place
You drag me down so sick of this place
You drag me down I need a change of pace
I hate everything about this town
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CONTEMPLATION:
I am lost and confused slowly not know what to do
I am lost and confused but what am I to do
Time and tide will heal all thats left to lose
so Im thinking whats the use
sick of thinking and whats on my mind
Sick of thinking and whats on my mind
Im going crazy with time
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RAGE:
You think you know my situation
rage made from years of frustration
and the knives in my back,
and the knives in my back wont come out.
Everyday stressin just to do my best.
Everyday another struggle another fucking fight,
I wont go down like this no not tonight not tonight
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FUCK EMMURE:
BREEEE BREEEEEEE BREEEEE
BREEEEEE BREEEEEE BREEEE!
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Lyrics by Trey Hilson and Jon Wilson
© Soultrain Hardcore 2009
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