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Pastor Troy - Move To Mars

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[Verse 1]
  Now who the fuck wouldn't be fucked up
  In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life
  A nigga beats his wife, damn it's hurting me
  But I can't help her man the way this grind be working me
  Dodging the narc's
  Cop's pulling up they fuck with us
  Cause we on our corner
  Can't tell 'em what I wanna
  If I do I'ma gonna
  They leave put they just ride the block
  I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop
  Fake ass cops
  Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me
  Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary
  Don't get fired
  Green making me so tired
  Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me
  I know you could have been
  All I say is should of been
  Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting
  So I can hit the house
  Try to smoke a ounce
  Let the weed protect me
  From everything I see in this fucked up reality
  [Hook: repeat 4X]
  I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
  The world a mess
  [Verse 2]
  So I'm stuck to fearing of myself
  I'm nineteen going on death
  I should've left when I was born
  Cutting ambilical's
  The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein
  The pain make's me smoke the reefer
  Helps me relax
  It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
  I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real
  Nigga's is getting shot, nigga's is getting killed
  But still nothing's done
  Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people
  My people won't help me out
  I'm pissed but I can't pout
  Nothing change cause I'm mad
  Understand life comes and goes
  So I guess it's a fad
  I often had to little, simulator my friend
  So you can't hate me or this game I'm in
  I have been with out a damn dime
  And it's fucked up, cause it's happened more than one time
  Therefore I grind
  I find myself angry
  November 18, God let this world claim me
  Against my wishes
  But this is how a nigga do ya
  Once ya born, it's like the Lord never knew ya (cause why)
  Cause this hell
  Ya either sell or ya getting sold
  Like we some slaves
  Though they say that we free, it's the same shit today
  A better way, don't lie to me
  The realest nigga
  All I can see is reality
  God told me.
  [Hook: repeat 8X]
  I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
  The world a mess
  [Verse 3]
  I've seen enough
  It's like I'm seeing the same shit again
  Nothing but thugs as friends
  Pretend it's cool
  Yeah, pretends it alright
  And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row
  I didn't know that my own was so hungry
  I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me
  Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
  To keep me from snapping
  I'm acting up on this songs
  The wrong damn nigga
  The wrong damn time
  The right brand of liquor
  The right size dime
  I blaze and hit the hennesy
  And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me
  [Hook: repeat until fade]
  I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
  The world a mess

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