Robbin Season

Strange fruit these days
Ain't no Billie in these holidays
They just beat you rob you for your pride
And you wonder why I'm still inside
Robbing season!
My fist clutched and my chin up
Ain't trying to stand out like a pin up but you never know

Mankind's got its sin up
Its E. O. T.
Better get close to Elohim

Right?

Keys jingle to the right of me
The side of me "they ain't mine" thoughts running through my mind
Always wondered in these times if I'd be a tough guy... I'm not

Reality sits in
I'm actually thinking
About
Poems and love letters
How can that help now?
I need me a 44 these niggas done for

Soon as I get my crew we gonna find you
And blast back like Ryu what did I do?

If I die you
You can die too nigga

If I die you
You can die

Strange fruit these days
Ain't no Billie in these holidays
They just beat you rob you for your pride
And you wonder why I'm still inside
Robbing season
(My fist clutched and my chin down...)

Robbing season
(Rob you for your pride
Rob you for your pride)



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Aragbaye
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