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(I hate you, I hate you) He took away so much and I can never get it back That's why I made a vow that I'll never take it back Yeah I was doing good, but I was hurting people I thought you was so pure, but you were pure evil Yeah, when I was hungry you hooked me with some meals When it was time for rent, yeah, you helped me pay the bills Yeah, I was doing good off of people that I killed I hate the day I met you, I'm just being real I hate the fact I helped you make a slave of my mommy But that's because you told me that I only needed money You played me like a fool, yeah, you used me like a dummy But if I see you dying, you can get no water from me Yeah, you brought the money, but with it came the pain Yeah, you made it sunny, but then it brought the rain I came to set them free, man I'm through with making slaves And I don't care how many other rappers sing your praise You took so much from me, and I can never get it back Lord knows I hate the day I ever sold crack, cocaine I hate you, Lord knows I hate you These rappers talk about the money, they talk about the fame But they don't talk about the pain that comes from selling game Crack I hate you, Cocaine I hate you SongtexteHow could you take a little girl, then crush her whole dreams Take a strong woman, and turn her to a fiend I seen it with my own two, you almost crushed me whole team That's why I thank the Lord he ain't let you crush me How could you take a young boy, and strip him from his mother It's been about ten years since I seen my little cousin They took precious from the womb, I never seen my little cousin That's why I hate you dearly, what you done to my cousins Speaking on my cousins, they really miss their mother I love my little cousins, they really miss their brothers Look what you done did, you made their life hard I can't wait to see the Lord, he going to crush you to the floor (I hate you) You took so much from me, and I can never get it back Lord knows I hate the day I ever sold crack, cocaine I hate you, Lord knows I hate you These rappers talk about the money, they talk about the fame But they don't talk about the pain that comes from selling game Crack I hate you, Cocaine I hate you Now you can give us money, and you can give us power With a little bit of both, you can give strength to a coward You can give us cars, and you can give us houses You can give us pleasure make it rain by the thousands And even by the millions, you can give us islands Put us on a tour selling multi-platinum albums But your reign is short, go on and enjoy your hour Cause you are just a flower, and God he holds the power And what you do not tell us in this dream that you sell us Is that we storing wrath against a God that is jealous And if we don't repent, turn to you, and serve the Lord For every gram we sell, we going to be judged by the Lord That's why we all should hate you You took so much from me, and I can never get it back Lord knows I hate the day I ever sold crack, cocaine I hate you, Lord knows I hate you These rappers talk about the money, they talk about the fame But they don't talk about the pain that comes from selling game Crack I hate you, Cocaine I hate you Aus Songtexte Mania