The fiction don't believe us
Im so bonkas, im not conscious
Remember the time, they looked at us
Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,
Portray us when they make us all the rednecks and criminals,
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
All the apostles that tried to preach us
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
And now it's clear as this promise
The prophets inside us
Black jesus!searchin for black jesus
It’s the hard knock life, for us,
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