Juliana Theory - The Hardest Things lyrics

They say I'm gonna be dead by day

From the words I say, so hey

If I get a little wicked it's ok

But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay

I'm not bitin' my tongue and I did not stutter

I'm that brotha, word to the motherfucker

And if you don't know me, I feel you should know

I add a little rock and roll and clock the dough

I sell my soul to the preacher's church

I ain't with the bullshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt

You wanna judge me, when I don't judge you

I tell the ho true be nothin' but the truth soooooo

You want me dead now, so go ahead now

But I'd rather be dead, so how you like me now?

You can't kill me, but I'm bound to die

When the devil gets inside you you wonder why

It ain't a new thang, it ain't old seed

The truth is always new, but never told see

It's that the devil's the preacher and God's the president

And hell's the ghetto and I'm a resident

They lockin' up brothers for petty crimes and petty theft

The government's the leadin' cause of death

Then they tell me I don't know how to act

When the mayor sells ki's on Spillum and Mack

God damn, it ain't no where to go

'Cause they still look at us as niggaz and hoes

So yo, they got me trapped inside a circle

360 degrees that I don't believe in

Fuck that shit I wanna bankroll

And if I gotta sell my soul, then I'll do so

Sometimes I care sometimes I won't

But then I can't afford to care so I don't

You may thinks this way so when I say

You better push play 'cause I'll be dead by day

I'm dead fool

How you gonna kill a dead man

I'll be dead by day

They don't care about you or me

The white man tells the black man's history

The KKK looks after me

And up to this day niggaz still ain't free

I ain't no racist

Because we all got red blood, just different faces

Blacks kill blacks, and whites kill themselves

Either way you look at it we all dyin' young

So fuck it