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obasi - beast كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
yo, i’m demarcus, friends call me d-mar
teachers call me retard, you can call me d-mar
far from smart but i could slay with the designs and fades
woulda been a barber if i had made it past the eleventh grade;
i didn’t. i was shot down on my way home from the mall
bloods caught me on the crawl
crip-walking to my free-fall
my friends got they shirts, they say rip me
i ain’t first, got like five of them rip t’s:
rip to tae, rip to trayvon
rip to aj, eric, david and to d-mar
the fallen stars—it never starts to feel routine
i never thought working hard to be a barber was a pipe dream
all it takes is one thing, finding yourself in the wrong scene
they call me a fiend for picking a team? that’s a fine screen
define fiend, cause my team could always find me
but how come 911 could only come when they got time free?
it’s a disaster; at least the police coulda come faster—
i laid in the street for half an hour waiting on them b-st-rds!
this is not some kind of game
and i ain’t got no to claim to fame
cause i was shot by a gang?
ain’t n-body say my name—
it’s demarcus

[verse 2]
this crip was educated: could load a clip in a gat
knew how to flip and how to cap
when to kick and when to strap
fun fact: the school was never really fond of me
took too long to read, i could tell teachers never wanted me
cause my ebonics was flawless
they couldn’t hook me on phonics
i was too hard to admonish
maybe a little bit too honest
it was ironic, i wasn’t on it, they ain’t want it
but there was diplomas and quotas to p-ss, so i stayed in cl-ss
they ain’t ask me no questions; i ain’t give ’em no answers
guessed on the tests and i was still besting they standards
did they tamper? i don’t know, but it’s a blessing to me;
i wasn’t stressing on the lessons and they weren’t messing with me
i could never be a doctor, but i wasn’t worried ‘bout that
just tryna get a barber’s license, maybe a house and a cat
maybe move into the suburbs, my mom would like that
now i’ll never leave the crypt, six feet under the plaque
i’m a beast

[verse 3]
i’m a product of your prada
make a chart of every part of me
blaming the streets in your artificial autopsy
but i promise you won’t find no free in my veins
no fantasy of fame that i could actually have attained
this the home of the brave maybe, but land of the free is shady
the liberty lady deflating my fate like it’s tom brady
and maybe my vision’s fading, but it’s plain to me there ain’t no free
if it’s free for somebody, homie, that’s ‘cause we paid the fee
i ain’t no fool, if i had the freedom to choose
then how’d i have a 50:50 chance of graduating high school?
black male, that’s my truth
audience, i’m asking you:
if facts like that were stacked on you
would you still act like blacks are tools?
it’s a tough sale, a school to prison pipeline
phone a friend in jail, now you used up all your lifelines
wasn’t born pale, could barely cut hair and write rhymes—
i was destined to fail, least i fell in my right mind
demarcus

[chorus]
i’m a beast
feast your eyes on the dead n-gg-
the overlooked and underfed n-gg-
bled in the streets while the feds stayed in bed n-gg-
nowhere to hide from the lead, i’m a dead n-gg-
i’m a beast
feast your eyes on the dead n-gg-
the overlooked and underfed n-gg-
bled in the streets while the feds stayed in bed n-gg-
nowhere to hide from the lead, i’m a dead n-gg-
i’m a beast
feast your eyes on the dead n-gg-
the overlooked and underfed n-gg-
bled in the streets while the feds stayed in bed n-gg-
nowhere to hide from the lead, i’m a dead n-gg-
i’m a beast

- obasi

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