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No name for people to call small or colonize optimism No name for inmate registries that they put me in prison I sewed the answers in linen, dance 'em under the thread Pretend I'm riding in your cities when niggas scared of the feds There's a ghost on my bike, city lay with a bullet He wrote the scriptures for living in all the ways that he couldn't Gave up the profit for pennies, no taste in mystery pudding When labels ask me to sign, so my name don't exist, so many names don't exist Welcome to Inglewood and the trauma came with the rent Only worldly possession I have islife, only room that I died in was 25 What's an eye for an eye when niggas won't love you back? And medicine's overtaxed, no name look like you No name for private corporations to send emails to 'Cause when we walk into heaven, nobody's name gon' exist Just boundless movement for joy, nakedness radiates You are the joy in all the pain Don't forget from where you came The avenue remembers you Your song, your truth, your light is proof And love is still here too Don't let it pass you by Don't let it pass you by Your life, you life, is your life, baby Don't let it pass you by Don't let it pass you by
Writer(s): Michael Neil, Fatimah Warner, Luke Sangerman, Yaw Agyeman, Adam Ness Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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