FEAR.

FEAR.
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作詞:KENDRICK DUCKWORTH/DANIEL MAMAN

作曲:KENDRICK DUCKWORTH/DANIEL MAMAN

Poverty's paradise
I don’t think
I could find a way to make it
on this earth
What's up, family? Yeah,
it’s yo cousin Carl, man,
just givin' you a call, man.
I know you been havin'
a lot on yo mind lately,
and I know you feel like,
you know, people ain't been
prayin' for you.
But you have to understand this,
man, that we are
a cursed people.
Deuteronomy 28:28 says,
"The Lord shall smite thee
with madness, and blindness,
and astonishment of heart.
" See, family, that's why
you feel like you feel like you
got a chip on your shoulder.
Why God,
why God do I gotta suffer?
Pain in my heart carry burdens
full of struggle
Why God,
why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you
restin' at my feet
Why God,
why God do I gotta suffer?
Earth is no more,
won't you burn this muh’fucka?
I don’t think
I could find a way to make it
on this earth
I beat yo ass, keep talkin' back
I beat yo ass,
who bought you that?
You stole it, I beat yo ass
if you say that game is broken
I beat yo ass
if you jump on my couch
I beat yo ass
if you walk in this house
With tears in your eyes,
runnin’ from Poo Poo and
Prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo ass,
lil nigga
That homework
better be finished,
I beat yo ass
Your teachers better not be
bitchin' 'bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted,
you eat it all
That TV better not be loud
if you got it on
Them Jordans better not get
dirty when I just bought 'em
Better not hear ’bout you
humpin' on Keisha's daughter
Better not hear
you got caught up
I beat yo ass, you better
not run to your father
I beat yo ass, you know
my patience runnin' thin
I got buku payments to make
County building's on my ass
Tryna take my food stamps away
I beat yo ass if you tell them
social workers he live here
I beat yo ass if I beat yo ass
twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run
this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me
if you don't fear no one else
If I could smoke fear away,
I'd roll that mothafucka up
And then I'd take two puffs
I'm high now, I'm high now
I'm high now, I'm high now
Life's a bitch, pull them
panties to the side now
I don't think I could find a way
to make it on this earth
I'll prolly die anonymous
I'll prolly die with promises
I'll prolly die
walkin' back home
from the candy house
I'll prolly die
because these colors
are standin' out
I'll prolly die
because I ain't know
Demarcus was snitchin'
I'll prolly die
at these house parties,
fuckin' with bitches
I'll prolly die
from witnesses leavin' me
falsed accused
I'll prolly die
from thinkin' that me
and your hood was cool
Or maybe die
from pressin' the line,
actin' too extra
Or maybe die
because these smokers
Are more than desperate
I'll prolly die
from one of these bats
and blue badges
Body slammed
on black and white paint,
my bones snappin'
Or maybe die
from panic or die
from bein' too lax
Or die from waitin' on it,
die 'cause I'm movin' too fast
I'll prolly die tryna buy weed
at the apartments
I'll prolly die tryna diffuse
two homies arguin'
I'll prolly die 'cause that's
what you do when you're 17
All worries in a hurry,
I wish I controlled things
If I could smoke fear away,
I'd roll that mothafucka up
And then I'd take two puffs
I've been hungry all my life
I'm high now, I'm high now
I'm high now, I'm high now
Life's a bitch,
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