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• Artiste: Marqus Clae
• Titre: R.O.Y.
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Keep on tryin' (Keep on tryin') Just keep right on tryin' (Keep on tryin') 12:29, '99, I made my mark God gave me a script and I managed to play my part Ketchup stains covered my shirt, they favored blood puddles Reportin' live the syrup sizzle up sud bubbles My mama slavin' two jobs to turn in money orders The life I lived was too hard, I'm garglin' holy water, damn I just want to ball too hard like Kobe's daughter It's like the ocean how Clae be puttin' his flows in order My granny died in 2010 and I died with her Fuck the world, now I understand Tupac's picture Locked in the midst of feelin' like no one gives a fuck, damn, so why should I drown in these silent cries? I used to think I was cursed with the devil's dirt 'til I took a shovel and dug up a hole as big as the Earth Life up my shirt and see the war scars fill up my sternum That's why these Backwoods burnin' like fire in a furnace, I gotta Keep on tryin' (Keep on tryin') Just keep right on tryin' (Keep on tryin') Look Keep on tryin' (Keep on tryin') Just keep right on tryin' (Keep on tryin') Yeah, yeah My mama used to iron my school clothes French toast, cargos book bag, two-toned Beatin' niggas black and blue before I knew would rap could do Back when I was passin' through the most deserted avenues Sherm sticks turn niggas to animals, numb to the touch They mixin' cocaine and bud in a blunt Body's found lyin' next to potholes Projects with unlocked doors Lookin' up to local Pablo's, guap is colossal I was young and stuck at a crossroad, a truly lost soul Maneuverin' by sound and light like it was morse code And I applaud those that rose from a dark hole I'm talkin' dark as charcoal and put they self in the boss mode These washed up rappers want to fuck with the young jit Dump quick and leave you slumped over at pump six, dumb shit We automatically adapt to violence It became a normality, duckin' statistic casualties, fuck it Keep on tryin' (Keep on tryin') Yeah, no matter what nigga Just keep right on tryin' (Keep on tryin') Don't be a victim of the game Keep on tryin' (Keep on tryin') Nothin' deceives like success Just keep right on tryin' (Keep on tryin')