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Secrets on the Wall


Artificial 
Superficial 
Fake
Hate
We suppose to stand together 
But instead there's just gates
 
Torn 
Born 
Death
Horns
We create them early just so 
We can kill em while they young 
 
White
Black
Yellow
Blue
Crying for help but even
The cops can't help you
 
Teaching the kids a false dream of white pick it fences
And money off of green trees
The great America the hard America 
Hopes and dreams ripped apart by 
A reality, a fear, and a pressure America 
 
Just to have a ocean rip into the mind of lil Nesha  with the  greatest performance cancelled by the reality of
Lil Sasha a future scientist who was gonna discover new things until she got the effect of the poison 
And woke to a bottle on her left, a needle on her right, and a baby girl sleep on the floor never to wake to the dawn of 
lil Tori the bravest of them all 
Well that is until Mr. Right knocked the fear into her, her head, her back and the wall. 
 
The wall yeah the wall
 mirror mirror on the wall tell me all the secrets creeping throw the walls
Tell me that my daddy gonna come home 
And that the man across the street won't hurt his wife no more
Tell me that lil Jacob it's gonna go to college 
And momma not gonna cry anymore 
Tell me that someone it gonna save us from 
The
Hate 
The
Death
The
Blue
The 
Reality 
The
Pure pressure 
The 
Fear
And just one more thing 
The same thing the Christians in the seem  just hope to see
tell me that person is gonna be my one and only king
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