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Colombian Roast

Caz

Colombian Roast

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Colombian Roast [ Verse ] What I thought was mine became ours Prior to noticing my mind was holding the weapon for which had killed dreams within hours Of contemplating and thinking about the things that you just thought Which are dreams of being a rapper or a fear of some sort Just saying, my mind is what makes me a compatible rapper The beat is my lady, I listen to the rhythm with rapture Dear rap, the visionaries are to whom you matter Dear trap, end is nowhere near to my days of laughter Then there's the black nigga's killing black nigga's but they black too Mirror please reflect them, see I doubt they even see you See me in the mirror is causing issues That little boy looking at himself dear mirror he ain't gone hurt you Career path of a nigga, I'm as righteous as my dirty left shoe But then the clean one is capturing all of the wrong moves Lyricist in a trap society, I'm a different troop Peacemaker yet I am the one bruised Thou shall not, if they do please Lord forgive a gee Resurrect since I died before the birth of me How much more can I take before they start to call it greed How you trying to piece the part that's piecing on the rest of me How you trying to spark the life that's trying to kill the better me How you trying to make me live a life that was chosen for me Been put on this earth with two faced people so I ended up trusting drugs but mixing us was just a recipe for injury Literally, the heavenly father had chosen I to be born So my purpose was built on the same Christ that I wrong Trying to live but my own peers trusting me wrong Hopeless eyes fall on me, they even look at me wrong Good vision to people who listening to my songs Lyricist, what lyric mentioned did I partly get wrong Boys be writing like they thinking with their dicks in these songs Aren't they.

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