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h-man – brown man كلمات اغاني

brown man in the mirror, running out of time slow
all this hate and the bitterness getting out of line, though
brown man with the blues, they like wtf’s this?
live a day in my shoes, you’d be out of luck, b_tch

they tell me luck has its limits, you gotta stay within
i say it’s luck, when you have it, you gotta play with it
they tell me hate is the game now, the haters play with it
the brown man in your mirror can’t get away with it

i tell em, i don’t see haters, though, i see steak frites
i see people in trouble who i can straight teach
and i can preach while i eat, so i tell em take seat
i’ll teach em haters how hate is a way to make peace
you’ll plant your own seed, then you eat the fruit and
they’ll say it fell in your lap, like isy newton
the human breed is diseased, they call it evolution
they’ll be a part of the trap, but not the solution

though the confusion is fostered, the poison runs deep
the pillows keep getting softer, but only some sleep
they wanna be on the roster, but only some see
the execution is what costs you, the talk comes cheap

i’m tryna climb on the ladder, and never comin down
they wanna wine with their platter, and want it on the house
i’m tryna grind in a manner, that’ll give my bros a route
they wanna grind on the hoes, cause all the bros are out

ghost in my dreams, they patrol with diligence
most of their dreams, like “hoe, who’s billing us?”
lost the wind screen, on the road with militants
so most of my dreams, like “their goal is k!lling us”

you don’t wanna be in the business of identifying traitors
you don’t wanna be in situations of duckin down
i’m tryna be in the business of multiplying paper
the haters make you feel safe but they wanna see you drown

the drama ready caught up to me, it don’t wait for later
all the commas addin up too weak, only hope is paper
on my mama, never felt the heat, never felt it greater
all the traumas catchin up to me, only help the maker
i’m on a mission to find my faith back, it got me
reminiscing the times from way back, when i would
stay up wishing for nights with no deaths
and threats of surprises in boxes like jack, so i

grind_grind for the bread, my brothers need wheat
got these rhymes in my head, the suckers need sweets
this for the dimes in my bed, i couldn’t feed meat
sorry, got all these crimes in my head, i’m from the deep streets, b_tch

and for all the haters, oops, i mean students
learn to stay in your lane, keep it between students
cause when you f_ck with the teachers, yeah, cause they been students
they end up making you wishing you never seen or knew them

we’re not from the followers, we’re the ones who’re followed
we the ones who’re eaten and the ones who’re swallowed
no hidin truth from the youths, we saw it early too
difference is i was dirty then, now clean and thirty two

haters wait and they hide, until you make a mistake
they wanna piece of the pie, you know, a piece of the cake
until it’s them on the ride, and they make a greater mistake
then they peace outta sight and find peace in the hate

swallow shame when you tried, follow process and faith
swallow pain and your pride, follow progress with grace
with the hate as your guide, follow traces of fate
cause love likes to hide in the places you hate
it’s h

- h man

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