Correction Paroles Am I Black Too? par Radamiz

Featuring(s) : Chris Wattz, Kye Russoul & Oxytocin

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[Radamiz]
Writeous
And I just lost my job today
I don't give a f*ck
The life and times

[Chris Wattz & Kye Russoul]
Those walls we'll break them down
We falling straight from clouds
Babylon wants to take us down
Not now, now now
Momma wait up for me
I'm just tryna get it for the family
I'm just tryna get it, that's the man in me

[Radamiz]
If I get assassinated for my words today
740 Park tenant take my work away
John Lennon'd on Myrtle & Broadway to take my worth away
Listen to the verse I say
Heard from a hearse
Man I'm Ghandi with a gun up
An owl when the sun up
I die to feel alive, my homie died for a color
Can't find a prayer to stop us being just prey to him
Maybe I can bring change to them if I sang to him
Put that gold chain in a savings account
And believe the only thing that'll break us is doubt
And I'm just trying to heal my people
My niggas homeless or close to it
We all losing this game, how do I coach through it?
Put some hope to it, won't be a corpse sooner
Got hurt by defeat and that made us some sore losers
Those gun shots barely missed my momma
These motherf*ckers almost killed my momma
[Oxytocin]
You don't have to run
You don't have to run baby
You don't have to run
You don't have to run
You don't have to run
Don't be ashamed of your color baby
You're not to blame for your color baby
[Radamiz]
Got my raps UPS from God, this shit is heaven sent
Soak ya blunt in a pool of fire, you're hella bent
In the trenches they left us, our past hostile
Gangster but it's Gospel, Moguls the Apostles
My blood boils, success you just spoil
Money ain't the root of no evil if you the soil
I'm happy to be alive, they happy to be a lie
Every struggle got a costume, that's happiness in disguise
What's a book to ya?
Does a hook do more for ya?
Instrumental defend like a lawyer?
Won't ever fake ID my music for McLovin
And lazy asses still tryna blame this all on luck, shit
Everything I saw, I sowed it to a sonnet
Heavenly Father put me up for an adoption
Growing pains be the worst pains, uh
I make diamonds out of dirt stains, uh
Put hurt in hearses while rehearsing, uh
That travel music, soul searching
And I almost shed a tear listening to this sample
Action then advice, I lead by example
Mobsters, copping our city's blocks to mock us
Blacks can't hail a cab cause the skin too chocolate
But these my brothers, not blood related
Like I got fam unrelated, but blood related
[Chris Wattz & Kye Russoul]
Those walls we'll break them down
We falling straight from clouds
Babylon wants to take us down
Not now, now now
Momma wait up for me
I'm just tryna get it for the family
I'm just tryna get it, that's the man in me

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