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Sensitivity
Verse 1:
Whenever I look around, all I see is these
thugs tryin to be down.
They hardly ever smile or cry, they just
give ya the eye.
They always act hard, think they hold every
card.
But they don’t, so they betta think or they
won’t.
Chorus:
These so-called thugs, betta learn to be
sensitive.
Squishing each otha like bugs isn’t the way
to live.
You betta come wit some respect, or, you’ll
end up in a wreck.
(Come wit some respect, yourself, you gotta
check)
Verse 2:
Baby boy, put away your gun.
Why ya wanna make tears run?
If coppin a tude is the way you get by, you’ll
catch metal on the fly.
Stop bein so rude, or you’ll end up young
worm food.
Chorus:
These so-called thugs, betta learn to be
sensitive.
Squishing each otha like bugs isn’t the way
to live. (Check yourself) You betta come
wit some respect, or you’ll end up in a wreck.
(Check yourself)
Rap:
Yo, all these thugs need to quit, before
they end up in a casket.
Hidin their tears, oh yeah they mask it.
They betta think twice before they have a
beef.
Jus turn the other cheek, you’ll have relief.
Betta have some respect and love for your
fellow man.
Cuz you could end in a wreck with his metal
hand.
Look to the skies for some wise, and you’ll
forget the lies and cries.
Lean on me.
Go ahead and cry, ain’t nothin wrong with
that.
Betta than a lie, or sound of a gat.
Jus lean on someone and have fun, while you’re,
cuz God could call you on.
When he does, just go.
Cuz He don’t wantcha to mess up the flow.
Yo.
Chorus:
Oh these thugs!
Gotta be sensitive!
Squishing each otha like bugs!
Ain’t the way to live! (No oh!) Betta respect
or have a wreck!
Close:
Oh-howohwoooooooh.
Jus try to cry sometime.
Then, you’ll feel fine.
Lean on someone’s shoulder, then you won’t
eva be colder.
Jus let go, let your emotions show.
Then, oh then, you’ll be freeeeeeeee.
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