Corrección Letra I’m Tired par Ka

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Never needed weapons in my palms, my arms was dangerous
Doing karate before we knew the potty, that’s how they trained us heinous
Still naming our babies after these crazies that maimed us
More criminal wicked in my original [?]
Come to terms, either die from germs or become tolerant
Y’all koopa troopas made us stupid, now we proud of it
New food nutrition removed we devoured it
All stems in the ghetto will make petals cause they deflowered it

I’m tired of being the underdog

I used to address problems with revolvers, got no resolve
Can’t wait for confit barking up wrong tree, I slowly carve
When rest is trash and that direction is cash you know we charge
We tight, thumbing every night like there’s no tomorrows
Our chance from an infant was infinitesimal
And to be successful, had to be exceptional
Was hardly a party, some nights dealing was a festival
All of us we stressing through and every lesson will try and lessen you

I’m tired of being the underdog
I’m trying to get over, God
I don’t be preaching no glamours
From the east where [?] gotta reach for hammers
All these men are action, need some decent planners
My people [?] keep tabs on police with scanners
My stash always been advance, only retreat from cameras
We told em cold on the streets but warmly greet who enamours
Seems godless in the driver’s seat, can’t stand us
Proper friend of mine kept me in line, critiqued my manners
Saw Mike Mills from the cheap seats, can almost reach the banners
Play for keeps, stayed on our feet, too hungry to eat the canvas
Rushing to the same net, it ain’t love, I seek advantage
Can’t leave that depraved unscathed, the people damaged

I’m tired of being the underdog
I’m trying to get over, God
Went from hot-headed soldier to the coldest bard
It’s hard to know jah when you only know is jihad
I’m trying to get over, God

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