May 30th / Ice In My Veins (feat. Vodka)

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Mike Voss

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I owe my life to the culture
Used to see it from a bird's eye view
But could never say that I was a vulture
Marchin' through city hall, middle of a pandemic
Cop cars in flames, the pain was transcendent
While Black souls marching through the pearly gates
The poverty or the pigs put 'em in early graves
Don't tell me they deserve their fate
Every time the sun rise in my city so does the murder rate
Their blood becoming part of the pavement
Either that or they're being incarcerated
Lack of love is fillin' their heart with hatred
It's hard to see it, it's even harder to say it
But it's just truth
Them judges bang the gavel like they don't want proof
Turnin' men to monsters like it's Halloween
when they puttin' Black bodies in them orange jumpsuits
This shit'll scare ya, we livin' in a different era
I wrestle with my conscious like I'm Ken Patera
Can't say I never glorified it
Can't ignore the violence
The shit I seen is horrifying
No justice, no peace
F*ck the police, no brotherly love in those streets
It feel like hell up in Philly, goddamn
We just tryna stay cool like Vok Man
Old Man Winter
Voss, wassup kool?
You know I'm with you, kool
Uh
I took a chance and danced in the romance
And glanced at the enhanced bankroll in my pants
Hypnotized in a trance from wakin' up off of Xans
And I don't know if I'm takin' off or tryna land
So I chalked it as God's plan
'Cause remember me and my man, we swore to protect land
And they never tried it again, so we said that we need hands
Without the if's and the and's and but's
But what then?
When all I got is my pen, and in my eyes I'm from Japan
And in my heart, I'm from Iraq with America in my ear
I have ice in my veins, I have nothin' to fear
I have smoke in my lungs, weed crumbs in my beard
And beer on my breath, stressed, makin' it weird
Tryna finesse unless they was makin' it fair
Enjoyin' life so much, I taste death in the air
It smell like a chocolate eclair, you got the right to be scared
Shine all day and damn, by night you'll be dead
Grind all day and man, by night you'll be rich
By night you'll be rich
Grind all day and man, by night you'll be rich
Old Man Winter

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