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The King Lot
The King Lot

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Tonalità: E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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We're on high
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We're on high
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We're on high
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We're on high
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Second floor of my hotel,
I'm rollin' up, about to blaze
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And so now,
to this Frankie Beverly and Mays
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Has our days about to pass,
and them days in the past
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He set my mind free,
so my mind free at last
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So much that I don't even drink
from a fuckin' glass
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I'd rather find the first fountain
I can, and do it fast
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Didn't understand the dream of a king,
or do the math
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Coincidentally on your birthdays
I ditched the class
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Cause the younger me,
dumber me was chasing the cash
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Chasing the ass,
low life with his face in the grass
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Riding home from school,
in front of the bus
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Not even thinking about
how Rosa Parks done it for us
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How she stayed behind bars
and she done it for us
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And she stayed behind bars
till she won it for us
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Sometimes I wanna give up
or at least take a break
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That's when I close my eyes
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and see Coretta Scott's face
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Cause sometimes I want to give up
and at least take a break
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That's when I close my eyes
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and see Coretta Scott's face
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I've meaning to do
me some letter reading
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To the king, he forever breathing,
your message
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Some of your homies, phonies,
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I should set it when I see them
Them sleazy bastards,
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some greedy pastors, jerks
Should never be allowed
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at Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta
So people be patient,
I know this ghetto grammar
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But I'm a street dude,
normally I just speak rule
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Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper,
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hate killed him
Nobel Peace Prize winner,
they duplicate your feeling
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As a kid, I ain't relate really
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I would say your dreams speaks
jokingly to your world awoken me
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First I thought you were passive,
soft one who ass kissed
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I was young, honest,
I was feeling Mohammed
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I ain't even know the strip,
you had to have the march
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You was more than just talk,
you the first real brave heart
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We miss you
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Feel like King B .E .M .E. sometimes
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All the outside this bubble
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All the world outside this
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bubble
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I went all alone
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The word n***a is nothing
like n***a
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Don't sound shit alike,
like game, like jigger
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One came before the other,
like aim and pull the trigger
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One is slain for my brother,
one is hanging, take a picture
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The rope ain't tight enough,
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he's still alive, go fix it
Pour some gasoline on him,
call his daughters black bitches
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Make them pick cotton
while they mama cleaning up the kitchen
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Same cotton and white tees,
that's the cotton they was picking
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If Dr. King marched today,
would Bill Gates march?
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You know Obama would,
but would Hillary take part?
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Great minds think great thoughts
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The pictures I paint
make the Mona Lisa look like fake art
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I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela
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Cause when it rains, it pours
I need Rihanna's umbrella
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for Coretta Scott's teardrops
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When she got the phone call
that the future just took
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a fucking headshot
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I wonder why Jesse Jackson
ain't catching before his body drop
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Would he give me the answer?
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Probably not
I'm home to the world
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outside this bubble
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All of the world outside is gone
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Why?
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Why?
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I went all alone
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You

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