CHORUS This radical love got me too much pride My hands so tied with too much crime I wana be loved I need to be loved Tell me tell me that you want good life This radical love got me too much pride My hands so tied with too much crime I wana be loved I need to be loved Tell me tell me that you want good life. Verse I (Kora) Riding alone feels soo lone Working hard to be positive. praying to god that I don’t lose focus kept me in detention part of my life Pleasing the lord that hell could come quicker Yah serve me my arms and legs are getting weaker Give that adrenaline pump I need to get quicker They plot me a play they harden my heart so I could get stiffer i’ma so eager to comprehend this stinginess while my hands are getting bigger. They wanna hear the sound of my feet running like a thief I left my sister on the television dropping her in the wilderness Playing catching fade with her future lost in the worlds. Doctrine of the