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mic righteous - sbtv - #3rddegree كلمات الأغنية

yo, can i give you the heart of me? you can rip out the rest of me
here take what is left of me
heavenly father i’ll be better i promise
sh-t, i better be honest
eh yo pardon me, pardon me, can i give you the heart of me?
you can rip out the rest of me
here take what is left of me
heavenly father i’ll be better i promise
sh-t, i better be honest
i’m in over my head
my true friends live in a completely different ends
tell em i’m sorry, sh-t! tell them i promise this
i’m’a do what we planned, put it on my son i got this
i’m not gonna stop as long as the clocks ticking
i’m on my way to the way, i’m not gonna say top
that’s what they all say
f-ck ’em they’re all fake
i ain’t gonna stop till i got plaques in the hallway
and when the thunder comes and the cupboards and doors break?
you sit their wonderin’ why the f-ck did the floors shake?
there’s a f-ck off hole in the wall
but sh-t weren‘t no earthquake!
some dumb motherf-cker
who’s drunk and can’t walk straight
grew up the worst way
in a crack house in ramsgate
and rocky’s his first name
rest is a blackout in a versal
if you wanna travel more through his past
then you gotta to learn the first part
cause why’d the f-ck you’d care in the first place
turn a page
the journey expands
further then eventually he turns to a man
with the recipe for murder in hand
and his turbulent life
it’s turning him mad, like take me far away
they discriminate my fathers face
but they ain’t seen the tribulations that my father’s faced
working on opium farms
and three kids tied around his waist
he found a place, ran away
left everything behind for his family’s sake
he found the route
he hid inside the back of a boot
a whole week went by without nothing to eat
three kids to feed
and his clucking for p
he’s living rough
he realises it’s enough
he started selling drugs
to feed his seven sons
the weight on his shoulder
feels like seven tons
the pressure gets too much
immigration get in touch
the police kick off the door
once everything month
they try’ lock him up
but they can’t hold him down
now he’s too old, yeah he holds it down
yo my pops
i’m over-proud
he’s in his cell singing out
it makes me wanna run away
never see my son again
run away i’m like my mother
i f-cking hate that i love you
come every mothers day
i bury my face in that pillow case until i suffocate
cause i ain’t suffered yet, alright f-ck it then
i’m becoming successful, f-ck it’s so stressful
up in a fed’s cell
with cuts on my knuckles, with blood on my hands
head b-tting the wall that’s how f-cked that my head felt
but we are so quick to judge each other for our f-ck ups
i’m one to run my gob
i blame the way i am
cause of the place i’m from
i blame my mother for the way i suffered
i blame my father for the pain that came after
i blame my brother
blame my sister
sh-t you get the gist
i blame my loved ones
i ain’t the victim
i’ve been a d-ckhead
i’m a pig, i’m illiterate
but still i’m the sh-t in this!
so when i rap i swear
you’ll feel the realist spit
now i’m alone with no one
just barely holding on
i know my soul is lost
i talk to god
he gives me no response
no i’m not at the top
but no regrets yet
but i’m still not at the bottom of the ends
getting death threats
in my hoodie looking like a meth head
f-ck gettin’ p-ssy
i was getting bullied by the skets then
now these same p-ssies wanna pull up like a begged friend
pull my d-ck out and i’ll p-ss inside your friend’s benz
act like i’m with ten men
step inside my head friend
you can be my guest if you make it out alive
tell me if you see my deaths head
you can be my guest
come lay inside my death bed
cause your gonna need a rest
sick of these pr-cks smiling on tv
being good won’t change sh-t
i’m wilin’ believe me
your sick of mic always whining?
then why do you keep on rewinding my cd?
sh-t!
ask the chick if she’s dying to meet me
righteous in my mind
inside i’m a freak ‘g’
somebody come and free me
mommy had to leave me
daddy had to leave me
n0body couldn’t teach me
family are three feet deep in my memories
now i’m just waiting for them to bury me
i think they’re coming for my dreams
when i’m asleep
does it mean
you’ve got one on me?
cause my cards are facing up for everyone to see
i prayed when i was young yeah
too scared to f-cking speak
too dumb to understand
that heaven had a plan for me
so i had to ‘boi’ the streets
trust blood
i wasn’t the boy to beef
now i have to be a man
i got a boy to feed
so, hush hush
what’s the point in speaking?
these people, think that i’m the voice of freedom, please
weren’t i the one to make this choice to be this deep?
weren’t i the one to make the choice to pick up and leave?
from where i’m sitting
i couldn’t picture my dreams
looking bitter, i breathed out
missing my seed now
wishing that i was with him
yeah this isn’t a freestyle
it’s every emotion that i hold inside
exploding when mic righteous decides to speak out
there was a time when i couldn’t read or write
they called me a r-t-rd
’til i redefined it
now i’m r-t-rded!
on some freak alive sh-t
diseased!
you ain’t never seen what i’ve seen
been where i’ve been
you ain’t never dreamed of dying
so you ain’t got the right to speak what i do
yeah, we on the street surviving
sbtv
it’s peekin’ my vids!
this music’s what i do this for
the truth is
i should do this more
i do this when my two lips talk
i’m too sick to lose this war!
too sick to lose this war, what?
i’m too sick to lose this war!
third degree
don’t ever say you ain’t ever heard of me
yeah f-ck that i will murder beats
p-ss off!
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- mic righteous

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