Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

and oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, yeah.

This system try to murder me, fake they just acting trying to earn a fee

said it in west of my home my mama she could barely breathe

yes she was already sick but who the one who made a bleed doctors knew exactly exactly by the allergies. Still to get from

more feet. She fell into a coma. I was 13. Now don't ever ask me why I'm

tripping about the system. I'm paying for my brother, MD. I really miss

a mow a lot. peace at mercy on his soul every day

is a struggle on this road getting older I'm always having questions when this

pain will be over or always feel intoxicated even if I'm sober. I'm always on a hustle trying to make

it out this box if it wasn't for my moms and I probably shake the spot. If it wasn't for its

slime then I probably do some dirt they really think that we could live off a

nine to five work I'm alert ain't nobody gonna test me you know it is a problem

when this knowledge and the streets meet they try to bury us beneath didn't know that we were seeds we gonna rise like a rose through the concrete

The system try to murder me. Oh

In the West is my home.

I'm just trying to find my way home.

Find my way home.

They want to see all us grow.

We stand strong all us grow. When we stand strong, all ten toes.

I keep them with me wherever I go.

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