| And we’re introducing the starting line up
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| We’re going to introduce now
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| The North Clayton Eagles
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| Coached by James Gwyn
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| His starters
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| Number 21, Tauheed Epps
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| Yeah
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| Pray for our sins
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| I pray for our souls
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| The tears that we crying
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| Let 'em all be forgiven
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| Let it all be forgiven (When your dream)
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| (Wh-wh-when your dr-dr-dream)
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| Just let it all be forgiven
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| When your dreams turn to nightmares
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| Transactions turn to Nike Airs
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| When to Greenbriar Mall and bought five pairs
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| I stayed in the creek, junkies used to preach
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| In the dope game, trying to reach my peak
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| And go undefeated
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| I pleaded with the judge, «This my first offense»
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| High school B-ball, I’m trying to get a scholarship
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| No ACC, SEC, Clay Co., APD
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| On a bumpy road like a ATV
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| EBT used to give me peace
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| I smile on the outside
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| Inside discreet as far as the past
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| Wish I could press delete
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| Let my dogs off the leash
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| Rather buy it then lease it
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| Gettin' murdered in the streets
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| (Firing line)
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| Ohh, ohh, yeah
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| Pray for the children (I pray)
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| I pray for our healing (I pray)
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| I know you feel it (I know you feel it)
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| Just let it all be forgiven (Lord, forgive 'em) yeah
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| Just let it all be forgiven (Lord, forgive 'em) yeah
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| Those sins let them all be forgiven (Lord, forgive 'em)
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| That life, that is how we living (Lord, forgive 'em)
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| Just let it all be forgiven
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| Got a phone call from Lil Fade
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| Somebody shot his son, he didn’t make it
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| My head aching, hands start shaking
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| Foul beyond flagrant
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| He said, «Bruh, what I’m supposed to do?»
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| I paused remorseful
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| We been partners since public school
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| Kids ain’t supposed to die before us
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| As a parent, it’s apparent
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| Ain’t no parrots
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| Singin' stops once we leave the carriage
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| Code of the streets, react with the heat
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| To create balance
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| One of the biggest revenge is prayer
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| Me, Shondrae and Chris was there
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| Guess flesh won’t spend Christmas there
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| But in spirit, know you hearing it, loud and clear
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| Whole family miss you as we stare off in the atmosphere
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| No fear
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| Pray for our sins
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| I, I pray for our souls
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| The tears that you’re crying
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| Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord, forgive 'em)
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| Let 'em all be forgiven (Lord, forgive 'em)
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| Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord, forgive 'em)
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| Those sins let 'em all be forgiven (Lord, forgive 'em)
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| Hey
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| I don’t know who need to hear this
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| (That life, that is how we leaving)
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| But if you’re doing something to make
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| (Just let it all be forgiven)
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| If you doing something to make your parents
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| Have to bury you
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| You may want to slow down
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| Everything got a consequence whether good or bad
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| Rest in peace Shayla, Big, I love you, bruh
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| Know’m sayin', my other partner lost son too
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| Right before the 18th birthday
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| We out here bullshittin', for what?
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| (Pray for my soul)
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| You don’t get another life
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| This ain’t no practice life
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| (Pray for my sins)
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| (These tears that I’m crying)
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| (Let them all be forgiven)
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| (Let them all be forgiven)
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| That’s it, that’s it
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| In all his majesty and might
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| His brilliance and his beauty
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| His black and his blue
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| «Boy"still slips from their lips when they address him
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| Still linger in the velvet of his dream
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| The scene, unseen
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| The seen/unseen black boy, fighting for manhood
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| In a world that still sees through Jim Crow lens
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| Oh, them love him in his place
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| Separate, away, torn, disconnected
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| Passive, submissive, and shuffling
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| Oh, might just turn that shuffling into dancing
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| 'Cause you know them love black boys dancing
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| And singing and ballin'
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| You know them love black boy strength
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| But don’t love black boys
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| (Let me see your hands!) |