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lirik lagu moral of the story – flascollate

[intro: fruit * ris]
i told god when i was prayin’
i was like god, this is hard
this is too much for me, i can’t do this god
why am i in this position god?
i went to my creator, i didn’t go to my mom
i didn’t go to my dad, they wouldn’t help me with anything!
any f*ckin’ thing!!
because what? am a teen
am pregnant, i dropped outta school
who do i go to, huh?

[verse one: flascollate]
only god no judge judy can put me on a stand
black ownin’ ain’t no topic unless they give us back the land
they say you only know god when the bible on ya hand
my n*gga rip the page apart, now he smokin’ on a verse
do you really wanna do this
why you impressin’ all your friends?
my n*ggas prayin’, you be quiet or this war will never end
my fear of being an alcoholic man is deeper than a well
yeah they do this way too private but these n*ggas julien
black b*tches, black business
black everything offends
put a message on a beat and turn a boy into a man
don’t be nutin’ on these b*tches who don’t really understand
independence of a woman, let a b*tch own a benz
they always gossip ertime and they lying to their friends
so many n*ggas that i know they be stuck under the sand
after all these f*ckin’ years still i know my uncle sam
yeah am ready where the war? lemme show you who the man
my heart straight made of love but sometimes i let it bend
boy we die so many times right before they fix a tent
you be on your own service, it’s a must you attend
i been dealin’ with these voices and they talkin’ bout the end
worse fear is karma comin’ to a point of my demands
room full of f*ckin’ rappers, all you smell is the pretence
yeah we lying to each other, set my focus to my brand
why these b*tches wan’ a d, do they think am gettin’ rands?
[bridge: flascollate]
yeah you lyin’ to your ass
if you think i’ll never make it
yeah you know that sh*t is mine
you don’t give it then i take it
yeah we started from the bottom but the uppin’ overtakin’
moral of the story, i said art is what i take in

[interlude: fruit*ris]
clark!, who’s clark
has he been to cape town?
clark was in soweto dawg
clark was where?
am not sayin’ it on record or anythin’ like that but bruh!
why are you up liftin’ someone who’s not experienced?
where has he been outside of south africa, dubai, where?
me, me, me i told myself i want to create art
i know where art is

[beat * switch]

[verse: flascollate]
okay fine, i just want somebody who can really cut the line
actin’ like we blind but we truly see the signs
outchea sellin’ hate why you wastin’ on your time?
here to do the business so you gimme what is mine
said she want it all and she want it from behind
b*tch am outside i don’t even have to hide
death knockin’ but he ain’t hittin’ on my spine
flow’s on meds had to script this every night
feezy way to busy, man these beats are h*lla fire
prayin for forgiveness, man incase a n*gga fly
pictures on the wall, ain’t completely we define
f*ckin’ with the system just to end a f*ckin’ slum
they do this every weekend, b*tch we do this every night
diablo want my soul but dios got the price
they love when you dead, me my n*ggas ain’t surprised
searchin’ for a meanin’ in this life untill you dust
[outro: fruit*ris]
art is about the size
when you go to a restaurant what do you notice when you walk in?
the art!, what size is it?
art is taken from anywhere in the world and put in the right place it’s beauty
go to your creator, made in his image
you lookin’ at him, look in the mirror
you’re lookin at god, say god!!!

- flascollate

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