Rick Ross - Pinned to the Cross lyrics

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Rick Ross - Pinned to the Cross lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] I said, young black men (808 Mafia) You're now living in a state of public emergency Middle class and poor people being targeted every day dealing with so much hostility Negative socialism I refuse to be petrified And there's no mercy for the rivals They want the rich ni**as to live in total silence, exile Flee the country, more assassinations Let's go [Verse 1: Rick Ross] When you're forced to be fearless, strangers consider you careless Detrimental to my upbringing, I felt so abandoned I was lost in confusion, therefore had nothing to lose Now I'm running the rack and ni**a got cut from the noose I just wanna be free, another black man on the run We was pinned to the cross since I birthed under the sun Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted to rage Step off the stage, pussy ni**a right back in the cage Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross Our position is blatant (Blatant), rightfully lost Let's empower the people, no need for signin' petitions Thieves and Revelations, scriptures keep on blinding these Christians I'm in search of the truth (Truth), we each have a flaw (Flaw) Soon as Dre hit the roof, she filed for divorce Van Jones go get a broom, never making no laws Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought [Chorus: Finn Matthews] Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow But I see pain, we have in common, it's not all beautiful So if I cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore It's 'cause I know the sh*t you've been through and you made it beautiful You made it (Made it, made it, made it) You made it beautiful You made it (Made it, made it) Made it beautiful [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Racists killing for cotton, ni**as fighting for honor In the South you're forgotten, call my city the bottom Kilos get to deposits, living like it's the lotto This my moment of glory, grandiose is the dollar Always postin' your sneakers, you're the one that they follow I'm a born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs Know the Lord lookin' down, for the day that we rise Got my pistols all on me, ni**as my Christopher us homie Black on black issues over principles peep your opponent Who got the most money? Well, that's yet to be seen 'Cause I'm still counting mine, such an incredible thing In seek of true wealth, great example for ni**as You decide it yourself, I considered it business We still in the trenches, where they made us relentless Where the reward is little, but the hate is tremendous [Chorus: Finn Matthews] Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow But I see pain, we have in common, it's not all beautiful So if I cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore It's 'cause I know the sh*t you've been through and you made it beautiful You made it (Made it, made it, made it) You made it beautiful You made it (Made it, made it) Made it beautiful [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Now I'm in the McLaren, still racin' them commas I'm watchin' for Karen, she watchin' bird watchers Still I wish her the best, Ray Charles in the flesh Pavarotti to some, Quincy Jones to the rest Muddy Waters to marble, set my city aflame Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage I don't wanna argue, but I wanted a raise Got me pinned to the cross, as the sinners will wave Such a body of work, my debut was a classic HOV gave me a verse, so that kept it attractive My whole crew was submerged, DEA wanted the address Make a play with a pussy, with a few mill' in a mattress My life needed a balance, didn't come for the status But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish Look, son, you're a king, were the words she recited And they kept me excited 'til the day I'm indicted