paroles de chanson Redefine Cutter - Lee Green , Propaganda
                                                73rd 
                                                and 
                                                San 
                                                Pedro,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Uncle 
                                                Sunny 
                                                and 
                                                Odell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                your 
                                                pick 
                                                on 
                                                what 
                                                killed 
                                                ya
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bullets, 
                                                Cancer, 
                                                or 
                                                Jail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Huh, 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                life.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Listen
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                came 
                                                out 
                                                    a 
                                                town 
                                                in 
                                                gangs
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                gang 
                                                of 
                                                grace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cuz 
                                                fo' 
                                                sho' 
                                                sin 
                                                abounds 
                                                and 
                                                round 
                                                these 
                                                parts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crowns 
                                                is 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                tin 
                                                foil
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                them 
                                                boys 
                                                play 
                                                Halo 
                                                with 
                                                real 
                                                guns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lay 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                Right 
                                                there 
                                                    I 
                                                blang 
                                                slang
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                twice 
                                                born 
                                                rhetoric
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                Papi 
                                                pound 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                out 
                                                came 
                                                all 
                                                humanity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Write 
                                                heavy 
                                                handed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharpie 
                                                ink 
                                                laced 
                                                with 
                                                mercury
 
                                    
                                
                                                Magnetic 
                                                raps 
                                                to 
                                                draw 
                                                out 
                                                all 
                                                impurities
 
                                    
                                
                                                Round 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                the 
                                                good 
                                                Lord 
                                                took 
                                                mama 
                                                winnin
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                light 
                                                bulb 
                                                turned 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                world 
                                                ain't 
                                                my 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                huddled 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                Triage
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                curb 
                                                servers 
                                                and 
                                                griots
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                such 
                                                an 
                                                L.A. 
                                                reference
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                good 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                don't 
                                                get 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                for 
                                                those 
                                                who 
                                                would 
                                                listen
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                break 
                                                you 
                                                out 
                                                your 
                                                radio 
                                                prison
 
                                    
                                
                                                Redefine 
                                                manhood, 
                                                blackness, 
                                                and 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shape 
                                                and 
                                                define 
                                                culture
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                me 
                                                fashion 
                                                you 
                                                some 
                                                shadesduce 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                trend 
                                                that 
                                                transcends 
                                                the 
                                                will 
                                                of 
                                                men
 
                                    
                                
                                                LORD
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                    a 
                                                product
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                apologizing
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                ain't 
                                                    a 
                                                number
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pay 
                                                them 
                                                no 
                                                minding
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ring 
                                                the 
                                                alarm
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                redefine 
                                                cutter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Carve 
                                                truth 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                love 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                arms
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                I'm 
                                                littered 
                                                in 
                                                graffiti
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                not 
                                                at 
                                                all 
                                                kidding
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                Stevie 
                                                lived 
                                                just 
                                                enough 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jackson, 
                                                Mississippi: 
                                                My 
                                                people 
                                                toiled 
                                                the 
                                                soil
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                share 
                                                croppers' 
                                                pop 
                                                coppers 
                                                got 
                                                they 
                                                kin 
                                                lynched 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                lynch 
                                                pin 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                mass 
                                                migration 
                                                into 
                                                Texas
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rest 
                                                of 
                                                us 
                                                would 
                                                push 
                                                west 
                                                still
 
                                    
                                
                                                Manifest 
                                                destiny
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                black 
                                                American 
                                                family
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wanted 
                                                better 
                                                for 
                                                they 
                                                kids
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                landed 
                                                in 
                                                Southern 
                                                Cali
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knew 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                war 
                                                zone, 
                                                my 
                                                uncles 
                                                got 
                                                recruited 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shawn 
                                                and 
                                                Kiona 
                                                seen 
                                                death 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                Compton
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                they 
                                                ain't 
                                                fall 
                                                victim
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cousin 
                                                Brandon 
                                                either
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                should 
                                                have 
                                                framed 
                                                the 
                                                tax 
                                                return 
                                                and 
                                                moved 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                Covina
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                    I 
                                                met 
                                                the 
                                                mic 
                                                and 
                                                spray 
                                                can 
                                                instead 
                                                of 
                                                blue 
                                                rags
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                fell 
                                                in 
                                                love 
                                                with 
                                                flairs 
                                                and 
                                                entiendo 
                                                Spanglish
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stand 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                and 
                                                rep 
                                                the 
                                                Son 
                                                of 
                                                Man
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                brand 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                chest 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                never 
                                                blend 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                LORD
 
                                    
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