The Sermon (Tobi Kramer Remix) - Ron Carroll & Tony Romera

Singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true Monetize my pain, and my hurt Commodify my frame, do your work I modify my name, just the first To fit in this lil' game Yeah It's hard chilling with niggas who only Talk about bitches and never 'bout business Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism of course Bragging 'bout who they piped down when high school fool What about right now? Ouu you wanna fight clown? Want me to put the mic down And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete Just beyond God's reach So tell me what's next? Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed Still interrogating myself Tell me how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect The pen was the murder weapon The muse, "The Weeping Woman" Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937, it's true I'm just paying my dues and my dudes You out preeing my moves I'm focused on my own two and keep singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true Monetize my pain, and my hurt Commodify my frame, do your work I modify my name, just the first To fit in this lil' game You wanna know why I'm happy? I'm still alive, nigga 'Bout four, five times, I should've died, nigga You see the pain when you look into my eyes Made it to 39, I guess my grandmama lied She said I'd never make it to see 21 My brother didn't, listen, this is where the Henny come 17, he was everything I wanted to be I watched the devil take his life right in front of me I feel strong, but I'm breaking down underneath In Compton, you ain't gotta be the Klan to lay up under sheets A dead body, that's somethin' to see How I end up by myself after travelin' the world a hundred deep? I watched Bobby get shot in his face I seen Lil Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist These eyes, these skies Where the fuck do niggas go when we die? Walking through the grocery store the other day I ran into Taneisha, she was happy to see my face Let me tell you 'bout fate We was 16, tenth grade, murder was the case She was datin' Chico, we was at my grandmama place It was me, Taneisha, Chico, Dan, and Lil Trey We was drinkin', smokin', I fell asleep I woke up 'cause I heard Taneisha screamin', so I peeped In the bathroom door, Chico was just watchin' her While Dan and Lil Trey was climbin' on top of her So I went and grabbed my pop's gun And this the part of the story where you grow some nuts if you ain't got none I cocked that bitch, then I popped one Everybody froze, then the nigga Trey dropped, son I shot my own homie in the grapes, I just couldn't let T get raped Singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true

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