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Children Of Men

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Wonder what it's like, how a ni**a kill a ni**a on sight Did he hesitate? Think about his life, think about his kids, think about his wife? But that ni**a heartless, group homes, ni**a never had no fosters 'Cause who taking home the little black kid, poor thing, his momma is a crackhead So the state raised him, and the hate raised him They clowned on him at school but he fronted like it ain't phased him S**t, now it's about getting money cause these cool ni**as think his s**t is funny Gotta have clothes, gotta have dough, hoes ain't checking unless you got plenty, now a ni**a selling dope Holding onto a little hope of a better life, huh, but that hope fades so quick 'Cause he getting paid so quick He be robbing ni**as just to cop the s**t the minimum wage won't get Young ni**as trapped, young ni**as strapped, heart turned black, won't turn back Later days, dealing with mistakes On this corner tryna catch another break F**k school, tell them he was coming late Block dry, hear they praying something shake Now everybody taking off his plate Bill him what, half of that he have it late His best friend by the yellow crates Suicide, tears tryna hesitate Only seventeen, damn, seventeen Nightmares, opposite of heaven's dream Bout to thaw, he ain't got the weather lean Black mans, cooking more than he's ever seen White books, he ain't talking education F**k what he facing, the stripes are registration Losing his mind, won't lose his reputation Try him he busting without no hesitation Damn, young ni**a attitude, like f**k it Still tryna make it out the bucket Light feather all time low still Tryna figure out how the f**k he finna duck it He gotta ride it out before he crash He on his hustle tryna get the cash Can't focus, s**t's spinning fast Laws on him, hope he's got his work stashed Loud work, hope it don't smell Can't afford to take another L First class, no feeling F**k school he about to fail It's all him, he ain't finna tell He on his own, he ain't finna bail Either way, he on his way to jail Shoulda chilled now he headed for a cell Oh, don't recall all the tears, all along Children of men, children of men Look, now we in the prison cell No commissary, no mail No phone calls, just time He gon' pay it, no mind On his way to parole hope it get it Middle finger to the warden hope he get it Ni**as wanna take it there they know he make it Fresh shakes take him to the mic he hit it They gon' catch bi**h he on his way Try to stop him and it's gonna be on today Solitary confinement every day F**k em all only thing he know to say Now it's time up, he a free man Gates open, thinking of another plan Where he finna go, what he finna do Finna be a couple those, he coming through Then it's back to the hood S on his chest F**k Super, that nia stressed He going through hell like he never blessed Every day in pain, nothing less Pills in, zoned out, right plan, wrong route Opportunity present itself in the kitchen Guarantee he shows what he's bout Under pressure no slack F**k jail he ain't going back Only way you leaving is a box And you can tell everyone that's a fact Had my back, on his pistol Black clouds, black rain To his head, where he aim Feel the same now the bullet in his brain Oh, don't recall all the tears, all along Children of men, children of men Oh, don't recall all the tears, all along Children of men, children of men --- Children of Men - J. Cole, Trae Tha Truth and Ink

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Atia Boggs, Frazier Othel Thompson, Jermaine L Cole

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Tha Truth

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ABN / Hustle Gang / EMPIRE

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July 24, 2015

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