Shut - Mordred

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My man Holo told me the devil would control me

If I didn’t have a hold of my soul and mind

'Cause now I think back on when I used to sell crack

To all the twigged-out bags makin' a grip in '89

It’s a… she made Philmo' clique

Eight years old niggers on the corner running bags

While I’m in the park smokin' weed & drinkin' port

It was the boys in the hood taggin' fucking…

But-a, that was the past, all that

I’m thinking of other ways of making my pockets fat

And mixing those beats on plastic

They like tricks, fool

You can’t have it silly rabbit

Kimball

Got the past in the past and we’re in the present tense

Looking out from where we are, it’s amazing that we got this far

Like a… it hits, gonna follow you…

Like a son in your gun, turn the corner and the door is shut

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Back when I was young in the hood carryin' a gun

It was an everyday thing 'cause you had to watch your back

Running from the 5−0, jumping fences high and low

For no fucking reason, just because my skin is black

Ain’t a damn thing funny in the land of milk and honey

When… mess with me for their change

'Cause eight years later now my soul is feeling greater

But my mind is not at ease, 'cause the system’s still the same

The best that I can do is go on

Exactly what my mom and pop told me, stay strong

I know I might seem like I’m a stranger from the moon

And now I got the key so I can step into the next room

Kimball

Our plan it happened there and then, no repent or second dance

Makes one thing…

That’s the rub, ah that’s the rub

Won’t you turn the corner to the next room and the door is shut

That’s the rub, a, that’s the rub

Won’t you turn the corner to the next room and the door’s