Artist: Kane Mayfield
Album:  The Return of Rap
Song:   The Symbol
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Kane Mayfield

[Intro]
I wrote this when it was raining outside
Uh...

[Kane Mayfield]
You hear the symbol?
Streets wet, rain splash on my window
State trooper flashlight taps on my window
Bad Ls' smellin like mad Ls'
Haul ass, dash with my kinfolk
We passive
They think pacifist the same status
(Yo, tell 'em what the difference is)
You talkin and just listenin, I'ma walk away
Touch me, shells blast through your padding
Everybody white ain't racist, same as
everybody black ain't afraid it's, just like cadence
You be Beans, I'm Roosevelt
You see how quick you make a friend from strangers
Most labels, start from fables
Most conspiracy theories ain't that crazy
See a bright light in the sky, it's amazing
Let the sunshine line dry what I'm sayin

[Chorus]
The symbol
Makes you feel insecure
or makes you feel good
Those feelings
Somewhere everybody goes
Some places I should

[Kane Mayfield]
Uh, you hear the symbol?
Lights start flickering, hiccupin like a pinto
See the little kids start lookin out they window
Fast forward eight years, SAME kid clicked up, licking out a window
of his moms' old Civic, feel it?
All these little prayers to you think God hear it?
My homie never cared, he said place y'all limits
on the father, He gon' show you you bonkers!
"Just look up at the stars, son"
Then he took a hit, drifted off to Mars, son
On one, off one hit, make a {*cough*}
Told me that's awesome SHIT, like AWWW, SON~!
We friends through all these years
Weekends suspended in time from beer
and booze and floozies, not too choosy
Not one to prove me wrong, he cheers

[Chorus]

[Kane Mayfield]
First verse, the symbol was sirens
Second verse, it was the flash of guns firing
Really tho, it's just déjà vu
Other times and place, I'll take y'all too
Some cops look WAY more crooked
When you know what your rights are
And when they lights on, ya heart starts pounding
Palms start sweating, face like you smellin some Lysol
And growin up where there's murder, killin
and dealin and stealin, every gunshot will burglar
Rise our children, mostly sleep
But sometimes feeling, ability to walk cut short
Cause you sprayed the crowd so wild in New York
Because the cocaine cost was high
Caught mad years cause you caught the spine, of a baby
Now everybody crazy
Now would you wear a "Free my nigga!" T-shirt
in front of THAT kid's mother, brother?
Old man like, "Why y'all gotta kill each other?"
Said "I don't know, and I don't vote"
But if I take you there and y'all don't go
It's the symbol

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