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wish them more prime\nOh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em\nYour daughter fuckin' now, it's gon' be a cold summer\n\nYour son trapping, and your homie giving O's to him\nAnd if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him\nAnd you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him\nAnd them people ain't finna give no parole to ya\nThey want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck\nMy celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect\nAnd he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check\nWe still niggas though, what you expect?\n\nI just won\nI was on the corner with the reefa\nAnd they got us warring for our freedom\nSee my brother blood on the pavement\nHow you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?\nUhh, trauma\nWhen them drugs got a hold of your mama\nAnd the judge got a hold on your father\nGo to school, bullet holes in the locker\n\nAin't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease\nThey shot that boy 20 times when they could've told him just freeze\nCould've put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed\nThe ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe\nThat's what the old lady said when she screamed\nThis nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th\nAnd in the 13th amendment, it don't say that we kings\nThey say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing\n\nThey told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team\nAnd all his teammates ain't saying a thing (stay woke)\nIf you don't stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something\nAnd in the '60s, if you kneeled, you'd prolly be killed\nBut they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal\nKill your account, look where money get spilled\nCheck it, and they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal\nKill your account, look where money get spilled\n\nI just won\nI was on the corner with the reefa\nAnd they got us warring for our freedom\nSee my brother blood on the pavement\nHow you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?\nUhh, trauma\nWhen them drugs got a hold of your 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power when power abusin' us\n  For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya\n  Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?\n  This where the so-called \"real niggas\" sweeping up for cupcakes\n  And that's your phone time, if you ain't got no money, you ain't online\n  Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime\n  Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em\n  Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon' be a cold summer\n\n  Your son trapping, and your homie giving O's to him\n  And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him\n  And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him\n  And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya\n  They want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck\n  My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect\n  And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check\n  We still niggas though, what you expect?\n\n  I just won\n  I was on the corner with the reefa\n  And they got us warring for our 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uhh\n[03:02.48] Watching a black woman take my freedom\n[03:06.25] Almost made me hate my people\n[03:08.35] When they label you felon, it's like they telling you they not equal\n[03:10.81] 11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy\n[03:14.16] 23 hours in a cell, somebody save me\n[03:17.11] I'm on a jail call, trying to explain it to my baby\n[03:19.99] I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe\n[03:23.86] Trauma\n[03:24.99] I just won\n[03:27.04] I was on the corner with the reefa\n[03:28.68] And they got us warring for our freedom\n[03:30.72] See my brother blood on the pavement\n[03:33.35] How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?\n[03:35.36] Uhh, trauma\n[03:38.11] When them drugs got a hold of your mama\n[03:40.46] And the judge got a hold on your father\n[03:43.96] Go to school, bullet holes in the locker\n[03:46.54] Uhh, trauma\n[03:52.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trauma\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: 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I was on the corner with the reefa\n  start_ms: 152380\n  end_ms: 154760\n- text: And they got us warring for our freedom\n  start_ms: 154760\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: See my brother blood on the pavement\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 159210\n- text: How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?\n  start_ms: 159210\n  end_ms: 161900\n- text: Uhh, trauma\n  start_ms: 161900\n  end_ms: 164830\n- text: When them drugs got a hold of your mama\n  start_ms: 164830\n  end_ms: 166990\n- text: And the judge got a hold on your father\n  start_ms: 166990\n  end_ms: 170360\n- text: Go to school, bullet holes in the locker\n  start_ms: 170360\n  end_ms: 172320\n- text: How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail\n  start_ms: 172320\n  end_ms: 175210\n- text: Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail\n  start_ms: 175210\n  end_ms: 177330\n- text: I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale\n  start_ms: 177330\n  end_ms: 180400\n- text: Them cold nights 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sale\n  Gave me two to four years like, \"Fuck your life, meet me in hell\"\n  And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider\n\n  Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us\n  For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya\n  Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?\n  This where the so-called \"real niggas\" sweeping up for cupcakes\n  And that's your phone time, if you ain't got no money, you ain't online\n  Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime\n  Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em\n  Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon' be a cold summer\n\n  Your son trapping, and your homie giving O's to him\n  And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him\n  And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him\n  And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya\n  They want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck\n  My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect\n  And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check\n  We still niggas though, what you expect?\n\n  I just won\n  I was on the corner with the reefa\n  And they got us warring for our freedom\n  See my brother blood on the pavement\n  How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?\n  Uhh, trauma\n  When them drugs got a hold of your mama\n  And the judge got a hold on your father\n  Go to school, bullet holes in the locker\n\n  Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease\n  They shot that boy 20 times when they could've told him just freeze\n  Could've put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed\n  The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe\n  That's what the old lady said when she screamed\n  This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th\n  And in the 13th amendment, it don't say that we kings\n  They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing\n\n  They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team\n  And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (stay woke)\n  If you don't stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something\n  And in the '60s, if you kneeled, you'd prolly be killed\n  But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal\n  Kill your account, look where money get spilled\n  Check it, and they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal\n  Kill your account, look where money get spilled\n\n  I just won\n  I was on the corner with the reefa\n  And they got us warring for our freedom\n  See my brother blood on the pavement\n  How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?\n  Uhh, trauma\n  When them drugs got a hold of your mama\n  And the judge got a hold on your father\n  Go to school, bullet holes in the locker\n\n  How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail\n  Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail\n  I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale\n  Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh\n  Watching a black woman take my freedom\n  Almost made me hate my people\n  When they label you felon, it's like they telling you they not equal\n  11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy\n\n  23 hours in a cell, somebody save me\n  I'm on a jail call, trying to explain it to my baby\n  I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe\n  Trauma\n\n  I just won\n  I was on the corner with the reefa\n  And they got us warring for our freedom\n  See my brother blood on the pavement\n  How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?\n  Uhh, trauma\n  When them drugs got a hold of your mama\n  And the judge got a hold on your father\n  Go to school, bullet holes in the locker\n\n  Uhh, trauma\n"}]