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Talkin' Sh​!​t

from No Applause EP by Cam James x Remot

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Verse 1

Sometimes I'm feelin' down, got the depression bouncin' in
a revolutionary through my words n I write wit' Malcolm pen
watch the news at 10 and heard 'em talkin' about that powder
thought it was talcum then, realized that my people might need counselin'
classic talkin' mouse and men, schemin' since a youngin' to leave the town I'm in
moved without my friends, was travelin', my mother broke down
gettin' money was like waitin' for a Falcon win in 2013,
hotel rooms, livin' out her car was like her worst dream
I was young I ain't really care about money much
first girl, 'bout 3rd grade, I swear that God that honey crushed
my ambition, temporary, bounced back, everybody will
perhaps not, the same situation just got somebody killed
in Florida, sleep on prejudice and eat stereotypes for breakfast
still places in the South, where my civil rights is ejected
all that anger reflected, all the wrong ppl elected
I'm yellin', by any means
these words gon' be respected, trust

...ain't no chorus

I just rode a Megabus
wit' 5 older black ladies, our convo was perplexin' 'cause
they asked me, why youngins disrespectin' they next of kin?
I answered, "I don't know, the reality shows and ESPN" really,
wonder why the hell we stay deportin' the Mexicans,
when this country was built by em, whites committed hella sins
that's why I laugh when people suggest I show reverence to
Uncle Samuel, got his hand in my wallet ain't left a cent
I'm off the handle, an angry black man that nobody asked to hear
unless I'm on this mic, spittin' the truth into y'all atmosphere
the cops investigate, post mordem, what happened here?
Oh, just some more niggas shootin' each other, we have to clear
all this weed up out the hood, 'cause that's what's causin' it
everybody knows that California weed is awful shit
but hold up, let's legalize it and control the cost of it
so I can pad my pension wit' arrests and get some chocolates
and roses for my wife...ignore me, I'm just talkin' shit

Yeah
Don't really like police, that's for personal reasons,
damn near arrested in Bama, I was ridin' in the backseat
of my homie's ride, he got impounded tho, cause they planted some leaf
n he didn't know that he had the right to tell them dirty cops to cease and desist,
but he had a good lawyer, he was pleadin' the fifth and got off it
my friends don't know about that, my mouth was a leakin' faucet
but some things you keep to yourself until the time is right to tell it
and I'm finally at that age where I can relish
my freedom, and the independence, can't front my life been good
in the suburbs for most of it, ain't worried 'bout reppin' no hood

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from No Applause EP, released May 3, 2014

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