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  • Текст песни Guerilla Maab - Not My Home

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    I haven't smoked a sweet in 27 days
    When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze
    And I'm asking Jesus what can I do, anytime I go and pray
    This world is killing me slowly, my hair is growing gray
    I remember not too long ago, bumping given the bums
    Now in 99, I'm struggling to live in the slums
    I'm not use to the lavish shit, no water no food or no phone
    Highly invested and filthy, nigga this is my home
    Bout ready to give up the ghost, but only cowards give up the fight
    But how can I teach my son to read and write, if there's no lights
    What does it take to get a piece, of the motherfucking American pie
    When white folks stab you in your back, before they stare in your eye
    Working on my last nerve, and what give a motherfucker the nerve
    To think that he's better, cap in my face
    With a Lexus and Benz, let me run and go chase my cheddar
    You see the title is overdue, but they deny me my throne
    I must be a foreigner to this place, this world is not my home

    This world is not my home, I'm just-a passing through
    My treasures are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue
    The angels beckon me, from heaven's open doors
    And a nigga can't feel at home, in this world no more
    Feel at home, in this world no more

    I try to leave it to the Lord, to judge the living
    I just hope I'm one of the sons forgiven, when it's time to make decisions
    For the scandalous life I'm living, breaking ties for riches
    Ain't no friends in bidness, nothing but lies and snitches
    Deep in the mind of mischief, money making motivates crime
    Soldiers fighting the war blind, or destined to lose everytime
    Live by the pain I've seen the flames trapped, more lives than you could believe
    My back are facts of scars, of all the times I've been deceased

    It's forever, Guerilla until I die
    When I'm dead and gone, mama don't you cry
    I know, it's too much pain involved
    But you gotta be the one, to keep my alive
    They wanna see me leave, but they better believe
    I'm not going out, without a fight
    Everybody wanna charge it to the game
    Cause I be living the fame, and I'm on top
    Of the game, stop yelling my name
    And gon leave me alone, you better get gone
    I don't wanna get the chrome, you better go on get away
    Hollin' out what's the deal, all because of my skills
    And now you claim you real, you better sit back and chill
    Lord knows, that I'm just passing through
    And they be the ones, that'll be making me do
    Thangs, even though I think sometimes I'm wrong
    I gotta hold my own, so I can roll on

    [Bridge: Peaches & (Trae)]
    Everyday that goes by, it gets harder
    I only try to survive, the pain
    Can someone, please explain
    Why it's driving me insane
    Cause the more hope, the more brain
    The more light, the more change
    The more it stays the same
    (I know you heard we guerillas
    But I really just, can't take no more
    Everybody proceed, to show me love
    Therefor this world, is not my home
    Why do they wanna see me go
    Man I done been through enough
    But I know the Lord's, gon take care of me
    When I get up above)

    Peep this, they try to tell me that the world was lovely
    But otherwise, they be trying to fuck with me
    But I keep my eyes open and lovely
    I be balling, can't even be approaching me
    Ready to slap motherfuckers, that be approaching me
    These hoes ain't fin, to get close me
    And land in my house, eating my groceries
    Demons be trying, to test a G
    When all the anger and pain, been stressing me
    But I just can't let it, get the best of me
    I ask the Lord to guide and bless a G
    Even though I done, and lived the dirt wrong
    I'm making a jack, cause the world ain't my home
    Everybody wanna see when you fall
    Especially, when you done worked so damn hard
    So I watch em, with they schemes and plots
    Wanna try to c

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