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Been alive, been light these years, somebody, please take me there Need a better way to pass this time, ain’t nobody wanna cross the line. No living if you’re dying, boy, trying to do my thing and black that noise Oh Lord, show ‘em what I’m made of, give ‘em hell and tell ‘em where we came from From the bottom, my shit, my dollar there, gotta climb, gotta climb, get a higher chair, Get money and I’ll give respect. These niggers are fake, gonna get your back too I feel like making moves, change sets, you’re gonna hate these dudes, Soak it up and go and hate ‘em, too, that’s just what dreamers do. They wanna take your gun away, but, God forbid, it’s killing niggers Funerals are holydays, celebrating pulling triggers. Haven’t seen the Bible yet, distortions lying to these people Christmas on the 25th, Jesus coming back, so lay down. Hold on these getting go, middle east and mistletoes Kissing death for money, oh! Reject, not giving more. Caught cowboys run man, one man down, two men dead, three men running, Children stay, children play on dead man’s face. From Letras Mania