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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey R. Watkins
Corey R. Watkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tone Jonez
Tone Jonez
Producer
Blacksmith Beats
Blacksmith Beats
Engineer

Letra

In the summer when the youth sling guns... I was in the house... Duck whenever Liu Kang swung That's mortal kombat My brother used to use Shang Tsung Kids outside, cussing with a juice-stained Tongue Chain rockin'. That money in his pockets for bail You see, I was a prophet. I could see who was headed to jail Like Sunday morning Preacher sweating. Loving to yell Who's heading to hell. I always knew love would prevail Paul Harris was a drunk. Never looked at him lesser His life was a lesson. Respect him. Still called him professor As he stumbled through the streets. Dusty, talking to himself Health declining. A reminder. Life swings like a belt And leaves welts. Crack was a disease. Need help We pointed and laughed. Not caring how those crackheads felt He was looking for his momma. So I said imma help In one summer I saw the weight of a black momma melt Just like chocolate We're boxed in. Chocolate boys Dark hands, a glock in Prison is a box full men chocolate Chocolate drops every time a Glock spits Chocolate Chocolate girls with Doctorates Suits and ties, businessmen with dark skin Not all of us play the block or park bench Some of us live dark rich and Chocolate In the hood, they say by 18 that would die Cut up franks and pork'n beans My momma tried This is for the slaves who road the waves on Amistad And those who spend days in a cage for homicides God forgives They say life is short so imma live. I'm alive No time to pretend or dramatize Father God Blessed me with a Benz or double R, imma drive And if it's a Lear then I don't care, imma fly God showed her some things she wouldn't see before she died She was 73, talking to me at 25 She said, "grace and mercy gonna follow you all of your days but Don't forget God and acknowledge in all your ways And soon as you're great you know the devil sends the hate But no weapons formed will cause you harm or penetrate 07 July, my father God took the prophet Before Grandma died she told me to save the chocolate
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