Lyrics:
There are 2 things that you do when you breathe
Air and pr ana
Pr ana is a life force energy
At this time we stopped taking the Pr ana in with our
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
strike the match stick
Deep down you know the punishments fit
The poison is deadly and potent you'll lose it
This isn't our fault it's the path one chooses
myself in such a weak position
Now I'm willing to accept this fate
You and me just can't cohabitate
We agree to hate and that's our fast decision
to see it
Or too arrogant to believe it
Now I know there's no escape
This is our fate
I've witnessed the fall of ideals
Another fate consumed
Made
many hearts destined to break?
Nowhere to run, can't escape
Full of ourselves, tied to our fate
The end is knocking, the end is knocking
We've all been
Definitely won’t stop anything
Make a list of everything
Justify this cruel war
How our empty hearts cry
Echoed through the hollow sky
Swallowed by the dark
twenty forty-five so this is my midlife crisis
Bad at my job but still employed like a Nazi scientist after World War Two, they-
-crazy to me that more
against the machine
I'ma need a team
I'm two and a half men myself
Like Charlie Sheen
This industry's sick, Dax is the vaccine
Top five in this bitch
hated, until I met you.
You know I had dreams to make them come true.
But now the only thing I have is disgust and hate.
I am not a part of this. This is
"Never to go to war with one another again"
". . .Juden. . ."
"This country is at war with Germany."
"December 7, 1941, (the Japanese have
sorrow
And then he pulled out two duffel bags
He said this is for those who caused us trouble on our paths
And each bag had weapons loaded
Handguns,
Communism and capitalism hold each other by the throat
The tug-of-war between these two ideologies result in a
Historic turning point in our world
The First
utopia
My brown skin is a different kind of shade
And my accent got them asking
You from this place
When stampedes and shanty towns the case
And media
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
And the sickness of the culture, and the sickness in our hearts
Is a sickness that's inflicted by this distance that we share
Now, it was our bombs that started
These days Small talk about missing twenty nineteen
Missing the good old days back before quarantine
They say this planet headed for the guillotine
of glass, by first creating a crack
Discrimination is back, fed up of the sanitary tax, and how the media act
It was hard to even have a child without her
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
seeing stars
Fuck them with this thing of ours
Like coastal nostril
Cause the shit I'm spitting is golden boy
Like I'm Oscar de la Hoya
Roaming with
(Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
disbelief that he could be this cruel man
Once cop such a twist of fate came to this country to be great but that's a dream
She can't escape now it's too late
that won't listen
And our race is slowly dying
It's bad enough we're hated for our skin color!!! Fucked over by world leaders
When at war...need us
determine your fate
You better choose now it’s not too late
Cause we know it’s about to escalate
But if we listen to the words of the masses they
Say try this
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