Lyrics I Ain't Gave up on You Yet - Propaganda
                                                Yeah, 
                                                    I 
                                                met 
                                                this 
                                                girl 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                eight 
                                                years 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                    I 
                                                loved 
                                                most: 
                                                she 
                                                had 
                                                so 
                                                much 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                10 
                                                and 
                                                101 
                                                meet, 
                                                the 
                                                sight 
                                                was 
                                                so 
                                                breathtaking
 
                                    
                                
                                                Murals 
                                                the 
                                                size 
                                                of 
                                                buildings, 
                                                LA 
                                                River
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you 
                                                black 
                                                among 
                                                eses, 
                                                gangbanging 
                                                ain't 
                                                an 
                                                option
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                that 
                                                Krylon 
                                                aroma 
                                                made 
                                                    a 
                                                brother 
                                                feel 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                Creator 
                                                made 
                                                boom-bap 
                                                just 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                only
 
                                    
                                
                                                Radio 
                                                made 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                not 
                                                so 
                                                lonely
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                why 
                                                    I 
                                                wanna 
                                                fight 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                them 
                                                thug 
                                                phonies 
                                                and 
                                                gangstas
 
                                    
                                
                                                Acting 
                                                like 
                                                crack 
                                                was 
                                                our 
                                                savior
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                at 
                                                times 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                stand 
                                                you, 
                                                but 
                                                stand 
                                                    I 
                                                must
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love 
                                                is 
                                                patient 
                                                and 
                                                long-suffering, 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                at 
                                                times 
                                                hip-hop 
                                                makes 
                                                me 
                                                very 
                                                upset
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                gave 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                it 
                                                yet
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                at 
                                                times 
                                                America 
                                                makes 
                                                me 
                                                very 
                                                upset
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                gave 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                it 
                                                yet
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                low-key, 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                people 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                very 
                                                upset
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                still 
                                                ain't 
                                                gave 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                them 
                                                yet
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                at 
                                                times, 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                city 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                very 
                                                upset
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                still 
                                                ain't 
                                                gave 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                it 
                                                yet
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                family 
                                                tree's 
                                                    a 
                                                groundhog 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                ignorance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Juke 
                                                joints, 
                                                speakeasys, 
                                                been 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                ratchetness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Granddad 
                                                ran 
                                                the 
                                                numbers, 
                                                got 
                                                mama 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                hood
 
                                    
                                
                                                DC 
                                                was 
                                                so 
                                                crazy 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                30's, 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                tell 
                                                ya
 
                                    
                                
                                                Uncle 
                                                Timmy 
                                                and 
                                                Alan 
                                                and 
                                                Hubbard, 
                                                they 
                                                all 
                                                suffer 
                                                from
 
                                    
                                
                                                Them 
                                                typical 
                                                pitfalls, 
                                                front 
                                                like 
                                                ya'll 
                                                ain't 
                                                feeling 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ya'll 
                                                know 
                                                    a 
                                                line 
                                                of 
                                                Appalacia 
                                                Mountain 
                                                bootleggers
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                transcends 
                                                race; 
                                                ya'll 
                                                got 
                                                moonshine 
                                                coursing 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                veins
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                cha? 
                                                Them 
                                                is 
                                                crimes 
                                                of 
                                                survival
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tax 
                                                evasion, 
                                                white 
                                                collar, 
                                                pre-Great 
                                                Depression
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                New 
                                                York 
                                                trying 
                                                to 
                                                escape 
                                                the 
                                                same 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                life 
                                                but 
                                                be 
                                                patient, 
                                                boy, 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                Little 
                                                brother, 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                you, 
                                                Vato 
                                                drive 
                                                slow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Vans 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                plates, 
                                                he's 
                                                second 
                                                generation
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                tio 
                                                from 
                                                Sina 
                                                Loa 
                                                smuggling 
                                                people 
                                                biz
 
                                    
                                
                                                Collotes 
                                                in 
                                                training, 
                                                bald 
                                                heads 
                                                and 
                                                tattoos
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slanging 
                                                social 
                                                security 
                                                numbers, 
                                                I'm 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                626
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                it 
                                                well, 
                                                down 
                                                that 
                                                1-10
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bye 
                                                abuelita, 
                                                green 
                                                card 
                                                grandpa 
                                                still 
                                                works 
                                                hard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                one 
                                                with 
                                                good 
                                                sense, 
                                                dime 
                                                    a 
                                                donde 
                                                vas?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Vaya 
                                                con 
                                                Dios 
                                                mijos 
                                                tres 
                                                puntos, 
                                                calmate 
                                                homie
 
                                    
                                
                                                Corrale, 
                                                corrale! 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                it 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                ojos
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                feel 
                                                trapped, 
                                                don't 
                                                you? 
                                                You 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                "Why 
                                                me?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                head
 
                                    
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