I hope I can stop this girl From falling faster into memories fading out When your lungs get tired Every second counts If you're looking for the answers
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Someday I hope I can stop this girl from falling faster into memories fading out When your lungs get tired Every second counts If you're looking for the answers
for our lives) We patiently wait for some other day That's too far away so right now we say When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom
you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh, I said, oh, yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Look in, they grill and get the
shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you hold up for these other niggas roll up and try and get ya the ones that say they riders
prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uhhh My real friends never hearin' from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for
attention As long as I'm on colo smilin', they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they
heard them say 'love is the way' 'Love is the answer,' that's what they say But look how they treat us, make us believers We fight their battles, then they
look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page. How old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down.
ropes it's either him or you yaa??ll ain't so important that my words are meant for you when did everybody become so sensual caught up in the he say, she say
not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote I hope you have the chance, I ain't mad I just think it's fucked up, you don't answer
So far from where I started out And so far from where I wanna be Listening for answers in the wind But can't find a rock to plant my feet Looking for
In cause you don't know so) And they know I'm over here So they come and find me Right after they lose you (What took y'all so long?) For you niggas
on the door Well, now, who could that be? I say, "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything So
mind crack, slide back, look at all the time gone Rewind back, comeback, understand my life gon' make these cuts that won't change But things look so
me But I don't sell no dope, so fuck what niggas say Fuck Ronnie Carbone(?), and fuck the D.E.A. And fuck these undercovers, that lock me up for weed
found myself somewhat astound And through my quest for the answers, know what I found? I found that regardless to what people say The shooters gotta do it day for day, so
