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Pinned to the Cross
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Rick Ross
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The city young black men We’re now living in a state of public emergency Middle class and poor people be targeted every day dealing with so much hostility Negative socialism I refuse that we’re petrified And have some mercy for the rivals They want the rich niggas that live until their silence exiled Free the country, more assassinations Let’s go Where you’re forced to be, feeling strangers can see that you killers Detrimental to my upbringing that, I feel so abandoned I was lost and confused and therefore had nothing to lose Now I’m running of racket, nigga got cut from the news I just wanna be free, another black man on the run We was pinned to the cross since our birth under the sun Ain’t no hate in my heart, I’ve adapted to rage Step off the stage, pussy nigga right back in the cage Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross Our position is blatant (Blatant), rightfully lost Less empowered, the people don’t even sign the petitions Peace and Revelations, scriptures keep on blinding these Christians I’m in search of the truth (Truth), we each have a flaw (Flaw) Soon as Dre at the roof, she file for divorce Angels go get a broke, never making no loss Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought Some shape white eyes of light pour diamonds buried in the snow But I see things we have in common, a smile so beautiful So if I cry and these white diamonds push along the shore It’s ’cause I know the shit you’ve been through and you made it beautiful You made it (Made it, made it, made it) You made it beautiful You made it (Made it, made it) Made it beautiful Racists killing for cotton, niggas fighting for honor In the South you’ve forgotten call my city the bottom Kilos get to deposits, living like it’s the lotto This my moment of glory, grandiose is the dollar Always postin’ your sneakers, you’re the one that they follow I’m a born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs Know the Lord leggin’ down for the day that we rise Got my pistols alone me, niggas might Christopher zone me Black on black issues over, principles peep, you’re up on it Who got the most money while it’s yet to be seen? ‘Cause I’m still counting mine, such an incredible thing It’s secret true wealth, great example for niggas You decide at yourself, I can see that it business We still in the trenches where they made us relentless Where the real war is literal, where the hate is tremendous Some shape white eyes of light pour diamonds it’s barely in the snow But I see things we have been calm and it’s now that beautiful So if I cry and these white diamonds push along the shore It’s ’cause I know the shit you’ve been through and you made it beautiful You made it (Made it, made it, made it) You made it beautiful You made it (Made it, made it) Made it beautiful Now I’m in the McLaren, still raisin’ them commas I’m watchin’ for Karen, G watchin’ bruh watches Still I wish you the best, Ray Charles in the flesh Pavarotti the snow, Quincy Jones in the rest Muddy waters the marble, set my city in flame Turn my back on the mid flag then they would rattle my cage I don’t wanna argue but I won at the race Got me pinned to the cross, has the sinister wave Put your body to work, my debut was a classic Hov’ gave me a verse, so I keep that attractive My old crew is a lurse, DEA wanted the address Make her play with her pussy, with a few million to metrics My life needed a bounce, didn’t come for the statics But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish Look, son, you’re a king, wherever she resided And they kept me excited ’til the day I’m indicted
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