mrs indian runner

The whole song wont fit in but these lyrics are perosnall to me and emienem desribes everything with such perfection, your opinion i respoect it,but this song has saved me and the lyrics are astonishing.,:)))

These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about, his fucking dad walking out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talking back
Talking black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, doo rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go (Come on!)

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(the chorus)

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[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a mothafucka, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standing on corners and porches just rapping
To having a fortune, no more kissing ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listening to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fucking menace this shit doesn't make sense B!
It's all political, if my music is literal
And I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

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[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear 'bout us toting pistols
And they wanna get one cause, they think the shit's cool
Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting our sales...

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IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT A TOURNIQUET IS, LOOOK IT UUP!!

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tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
(So much more)
I lay dying
And I'm pouring, crimson regret, and betrayal

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I'm dying
Praying
Bleeding
Screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
My God! My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God! My tourniquet
Return to me salvation

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Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side?
Will you forget me?

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I'm dying
Praying
Bleeding
Screaming

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Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?

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My God! My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God! My tourniquet
Return to me salvation

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(Return to me salvation)
(I want to die!)

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My God! My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God! My tourniquet
Return to me salvation

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My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries, for deliverance
Will I be denied?
Christ! Tourniquet! My suicide

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