I Ain't Gave Up On You Yet Lyrics - Crimson Cord - Propaganda

Yeah, I met this girl when I was eight years old 

What I loved most: she had so much soul 

When the 10 and 101 meet, the sight was so breathtaking 

Murals the size of buildings, LA River 

When you black among eses, gangbanging ain't an option 

But that Krylon aroma made a brother feel alive 

And it feel like the Creator made boom-bap just for me only 

Radio made the night not so lonely 

That's why I wanna fight when I hear them thug phonies and gangstas 

Acting like crack was our savior 

And at times I can't stand you, but stand I must 

Love is patient and long-suffering, it's all in your head 

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And at times hip-hop makes me very upset 

But I ain't gave up on it yet 

And at times America makes me very upset 

But I ain't gave up on it yet 

And low-key, my own people make me very upset 

But still ain't gave up on them yet 

And at times, my own city make me very upset 

But still ain't gave up on it yet 

That family tree's a groundhog day of ignorance 

Juke joints, speakeasys, been on that ratchetness 

Granddad ran the numbers, got mama out the hood 

DC was so crazy in the 30's, let me tell ya 

Uncle Timmy and Alan and Hubbard, they all suffer from 

Them typical pitfalls, front like ya'll ain't feeling me 

Ya'll know a line of Appalacia Mountain bootleggers 

This transcends race; ya'll got moonshine coursing through your veins 

Don't cha? Them is crimes of survival 

Tax evasion, white collar, pre-Great Depression 

They say New York trying to escape the same thing 

It's life but be patient, boy, it's all in your head 

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Little brother, I feel you, Vato drive slow 

Vans with no plates, he's second generation 

His tio from Sina Loa smuggling people biz 

Collotes in training, bald heads and tattoos 

Slanging social security numbers, I'm from the 626 

I know it well, down that 1-10 

Bye abuelita, green card grandpa still works hard 

Only one with good sense, dime a donde vas? 

Vaya con Dios mijos tres puntos, calmate homie 

Corrale, corrale! I see it in his ojos 

You feel trapped, don't you? You feel like "Why me?" 

But it's all in your head