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Confession! i've never even heard of depression
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Eventually leading you to depression
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
So rest your weary heart
My depression hit hard/
But i dont carry guns
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
No money, power, or drugs,
But most times darling the sequel sucks
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.
Sometimes i get really bad depression,
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
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