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gold’n buddha – after rain كلمات اغاني

[intro: gene]
i’ve seen the fire, i’ve seen the rain
i’ve seen the fire, i’ve seen the rain against my window
i can’t stand the rain

[verse: gene]
i keep a fist up for my folk and a finger for them coppers
selling dime rocks and letting off the yomper
on my p’s and q’s i’ll be d_mned if i get knocked off
if i blast my trey i’ll send a n_gga to the lord, the holy trinity
i’m picking off n_ggas that’s supposed to be k!lling me
i was never the envious type
but if you touch down in my city with some sh_t i might like
i’m yelling “sn_tchies!”, young n_gga child dressed in blackface
the definition of irony
why you trying me?
don’t know a god but i know to palm a pistol so i don’t need him
ain’t been to church in a year, who the f_ck am i greeting?
this forty ounce like a medium got me talking to dead n_ggas
i’d rather be malcolm than martin and that’s on any day
because i ain’t turning the other cheek
you push me, i’m letting in spray, banging a ‘k
that four_nickel sing in your mouth, its f_ck what you say
sorry ms. jackson i turned your seed into a stain
on the wall he remains, he should have gave up the chain
don’t ask me how it went just know i’ma get my chains
around here they wet backs and after the rain a dry n_gga i remain

[bridge: gene]
i know what’s so special about the .38
i know colt .45 gonna keep the [?]
i know baby’s face won’t make the daddy’s day
i know my grandma told me to always pray
but i’m just a hardheaded n_gga
i’m just a hardheaded n_gga
i’m just a hardheaded n_gga
i’m just a hardheaded n_gga

[verse: buddha]
i ain’t never been the hardest
my mother gave birth to brothers sacrificed to the gods so we could enter the struggle and i grew from it
a tree in the concrete, i root for it
show them logic, yo, pet_peeving these cruel summers
guns taking attendance leave them to drool dumber
momma’s banging the pipe, dreams of a fool plumber
kids parading these white streets under white sheets and yellow tape, they marked playgrounds
every kid fly with white chalk and sprayed ground
and it ain’t how they raise us as warriors in these barracks
only way out is basketball or this rapping, and it’s tragic
though illiterate, expression itself is really your strong suit
i’m picturing jazz, athletics and chess moves
but crackers only see us as hung n_ggas and “f_ck you!”
like the country wasn’t built by minds of unthoughtful
monkeys, slaves, coons, porch monkeys, they dog food
never try revolting, they’d get away with assault too
they don’t love us, they don’t care about my brothers chitter chatter
they drown us out with sirens when blacks matter
but its antique, only whites really matter so we just antsy
just a slave to the pavement, we own these d_mn streets
i dare a honky to test me i’ll let him hold three
his heart burst from his chest i hope the sh_t stops
and any death from here on is for my block

- goldn buddha

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