Rick Ross – Pinned to the Cross ft. Finn Matthews

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    Jahkno!
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    Rick Ross – Pinned to the Cross (Official Music Video) ft. Finn Matthews

    Lyrics:
    I said young black man,
    You are now living in a public state of emergency
    Middle class and poor people being attached daily dealing with so much hostility
    Negative socialism,
    I refuse to be petrified
    There’s no mercy for the rivals
    They want the rich niggas to live in total silence
    Exile
    Flee the country
    More assassinations
    Let’s go

    When you forced to be feeling, strangers consider you careless
    Detrimental to my upbringing, I felt so abandoned
    I was lost in confusion, therefore had nothing to lose
    Now I’m running the rack and niggas got cut from the noose
    I just want to be free another, black man on the run
    We was pinned to the cross since I birthed under the sun
    Ain’t no hate in my heart, I’ve adapted to rage
    Stepped off the stage pussy nigga right back in the cage
    Now we burning the streets
    Christ to the cross
    Our position is blatant
    Rightfully lost
    Let’s empower the people no need for signing petitions
    Thieves and revelations scriptures keep on blinding these Christians
    I’m in search of the truth
    We each have a flaw
    Soon as Dre hit the roof she filed for divorce
    Van Jones go get a broom, never making no laws
    Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought

    CHORUS:
    Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow
    but i see pain we have in common, it’s not all beautiful
    So if i cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore
    It’s cuz i know the shit you been through and you made it beautiful
    You made it (made it, made it made it)
    You made it beautiful

    Racists killing for cotton
    Niggas fighting for honor
    In the South your forgotten
    Call my city the bottom
    Kilos get to deposits
    Living like it’s the lotto
    This my moment of glory
    Grandiose’ is the dollar
    Always posting your sneakers
    You’re the one that they follow
    I’m a born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge
    Are we dead or alive, unforgettable highs
    know the lord looking down, for the day that we rise
    Got my pistols all on me, niggas my Christopher us homie
    Black on black issues over principles peep your opponent
    Who got the most money?
    Well that’s yet to be seen
    Cause I’m still counting mine, such an incredible thing
    In seek of true wealth
    Great example for niggas
    You decide it yourself, I considered it business
    You still in the trenches, where they made us relentless
    Where the reward is little
    But the hate is tremendous

    CHORUS

    Now I’m in a McLaren, still racing those commas
    I’m watching for Karen, she watching bird watchers,
    Still I wish her the best, Ray Charles in the flesh
    Pavarotti to some, Quincy Jones to the rest
    Muddy waters to marble,
    Set my city aflame
    Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage,
    I don’t want to argue, but I wanted a raise
    Got me pinned to the cross, as the sinners will wave
    Such a body of work, my debut was a classic,
    HOV gave me a verse, so that kept it attractive
    My whole crew was submerged DEA wanted an address
    Make a play with a pussy with a few mill in a mattress
    My life needed a balance, didn’t come for the status,
    But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish
    Look son you’re a king, were the words she recited,
    And they kept me excited, till the day I’m indicted

    CHORUS

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