Correction Lyrics Pinned to the Cross by Rick Ross

Featuring(s) : Finn Matthews

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[Rick Ross]
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, p*ssy 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

[Finn Matthews]
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

[Rick Ross]
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
Whole gave me a verse, so that can be the traffic
My old crew is a lurse, DEA wanted the address
Make her play with her p*ssy, 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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