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lirik lagu profit off my pain – awon & phoniks

[verse 1]
you want to profit off my pain
because i’m worth more to you
with a syringe in my vein
i’m worth even more
with a bullet in my brain
how come you gain more fame
on the day you lay slain?
for your down fall they praying
i go back to what it was b.i.g. was saying
he won’t playing
they still collect bread from kobain
they feed you pussy and cocaine
hoping you ain’t sane
the first thing they give you is a chain
for them ten karats
arranged marriage
a slave to the fame
quick to label you icon
and put you on the merch
the same way we put our dead
homies on our shirts
i know this verse it’s filled
with a litany of jewels
but i’m trying to reach a million
or more this is school
these days the one who dies young lives with cool
but that is a mantra that is only made for fools

[chorus: heeni]
they want to profit
profit off my pain
they want to profit off my pain
they want to profit off my pain

[verse 2]
by the time i was 8
i was truly awake
gained knowledge of self
began to understand the hate
discovered my ancestors were slaves
and wondered why to the image
of their masters they prayed
but never mind
cause i also wondered why
my brothers poisoned the community
not knowing the prior statement
would be including me
communicated musically
god gave the fruit to me
my tongue is my sword
i chop it up beautifully
our pain’s sold for profit
it devalues my struggle
for these bullet proof wallets
still paying for college
and so i pay homage
to all the coin chasers
ready break bread for knowledge
flow polished
more brolic
that’s word to chris wallace
plus 2pac is
bringing in them big dollas
posthumous
they drop folks music
and make bread
while the family in pain
and they ain’t fed

[chorus: heeni]
they want to profit
profit off my pain
they want to profit off my pain
they want to profit off my pain

[verse 3]
i want a whole lot of shit
i want better opportunities
for my kids
and to be embraced by my community
speaking of community i want some continuity
in the message and actions
of brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers
i want to stop apologizing for my blackness
stop acting like you saying nigga cause of some rappers
travon and michael brown
wasn’t k!lled because they thugs
shit i’m alive and i done sold a ton of drugs
i want love unconditionally
truth in my history
after my grandfather everything else is a mystery
we got the same blood fam
that ain’t no mistake
don’t act like
my female ancestors wasn’t raped
just to think of it is everything you told us all fake
i want the truth and i know that’s a lot to ask
but just like i used to wish for lots, of money, weed
liquor and -ss
i want answers to teach my babies about my fuckin’ past
i want the consciousness and outrage for us to last
so we can carve ourselves a better path
i want affluent blacks to stop saying shit that is nonsense for
publication sound bytes
that respectability politics
newzella told me, son you reap what you sow
well i planted positive seeds serval seasons ago
and they ain’t grow
society poured cement on my garden
and you wonder why so many hearts are hardened

- awon phoniks

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