I Gotta Get Mine

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"I gotta get mine in the here and the now" - Dred Scott 'Can't Hold Back'

[Verse One]
One more day becomes part of the past
I avoid yet, another shotgun blast
Remain paranoid from dust to dawn
Hallucinating in the night when reality's gone
Some nigga looking like Marvin Gaye
Is asking me what the fuck's going on
Now Marvin wanna talk about knowledge of self
Yo what the fuck good is that without mental health?
Freedom ain't sitting in the front of the bus
It's me getting shit for free from you with no fuss
And unity? That's the least of your worries
When the line between good and bad starts getting blurry
The cops and the crooks are one in the same
My own niggas all around me, trying to run game
So see, I can't afford to start caring
For example, mark I'ma have to take the gold chain you wearing

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[Verse Two]
Tick, tock back on the scene
Jeep Cherokee rolls up through my dream
Honey in black with the hat tilled over to the side
Yeah she know the gold chain look fly
Face to face with eye contact
And all she want to do is talk about revolution for the black
I'm saying, I understand everything that you're feeling
And I know a motel that got mirrors on the ceiling
Yo
You can preach there till the break of dawn
Leave both of your black gloves on
Keep your fist in the air, I don't care
I work all the black rage off your thighs
Cause niggas on another kind of rise
It's true
That the whole world's upside down
Black smiles look more like ghetto frowns
And say what's mine is what you ain't strong enough to keep
And on that note, you're gonna have to come off your Jeep

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Now
Mine
Now

[Verse Three]
Now if I could I would end all shotgun blasts
Take the government pitchfork out my ass
No more, shorty's sipping 40's after class
No MC feeding verbal pork to the mass
We would have a mental break of dawn
No teenage funerals on cemetery lawns
Every bum cooling in a mansion and a yacht
Seeing shorty's living with their moms and they pops
And at that time
My nigga Clarence Thomas is gonna beat on some African drums
But fuck it

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One more day becomes part of the past
I avoid yet, another shotgun blast
Remain paranoid from dust to dawn
Hallucinating in the night when reality's gone