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a.d. carson - documented كلمات الأغنية

[intro: lezley mcspadden ]
“…doing too much. you don’t do a dog like that. you didn’t have to shoot him eight times. if he was doing something to you and you was trying to stop him, where do the police shoot you? in the leg. you just…shot all through my baby body…”

[1]
raised in the streets. no surprise where we at
j’s on my feet—bull’s eyes on my back. listen
the thin line between better living and prison
is where i happen to get it. can’t write me out of existence

the sentences that i’m given are disproportionate
literacy’s important. scribbling me distorted
written to reported. luckily it’s recorded
history won’t forget me like emmet, trayvon and jordan

and since the birth of a nation the curse that i’m facing
has hurt and helped disturb my relations
to my forefathers, my mother and my sisters. suspect
if we all reap what we sow, know that when i collect
i’m coming for souls. the white, and the blue and the red
the life and the loss, the blood, sweat and tears that were shed—
return ‘em to me…
‘cause if you really earn what you keep…
…they’re all mine

[hook: mobb deep , dead prez ]
“…when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation…”

“…that’s why i write the sh-t i write in my raps…”

“…getting closer to god…”

“…when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation…”

“…that’s why i write the sh-t i write in my raps…”

“…it’s doc-mented. i’m in it…”

[2]
they told me to pray
bend my knees and hope for a way
to be free. forget man and focus on faith
and i tried, but when i opened up my eyes i was lost
looking back, forward and side to side-by-side. crying and caught
off guard
our father who art in heaven i ask:
white sheet or black face, why should i wear a mask?
if my choices are suicide or marching straight into slaughter;
i ain’t trying to play in the game, but can’t save me a quarter, then what do i do?

not win, or say “f-ck it,” and lose
a kamikaze mission—literally catch 22
flyer than f-ck. in my eyes you see what is up
but you don’t really want to know, and you got reason enough
to do what you will. and so will i—future fulfilled
imagine hoping everyday that you live
the way that you live. the way that you give
something is standing to fight. and i know i’m outnumbered. if it’s over tonight
then remember i said i was before knew it was planned
i was a human being. i was a man

[hook]
“…when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation…”

“…that’s why i write the sh-t i write in my raps…”

“…getting closer to god…”

“…when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation…”

“…that’s why i write the sh-t i write in my raps…”

“…it’s doc-mented. i’m in it…”

[3]
was raised in the streets. no surprise where we at
j’s on my feet—bull’s eyes on my back. listen
the thin line between better living and prison
is where i happen to get it. can’t write me out of existence

the sentences that i’m given are disproportionate
literacy’s important. scribbling me distorted
written to reported. luckily it’s recorded

history won’t forget me like emmet, trayvon and jordan

[outro: aretha franklin ]
“come all you fair and tender maidens

be careful how you love young men

they’re like a star on a summer’s morn…”

- a d carson

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