Lyrics:
If I don't make it then it's
Back to the basics
I know they hate on me
Cuz I'm Caucasian
But I ain't racist
I hit that step back like its
One two
I
your youth in reformatories
Where you're hate grew day by day
Molested and subjugated
Satisfying them in their way
Victim of your drives
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
got some shit due)
My n****s victims to the streets and that shit happened to soon (Bah)
This a coupe it ain't a four door, ride with one or two goons,
Broken Letter
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E
I'm just tryna understand like everyday I wake up I'm scrolling thru my social
noticed and had a general reaction
We all know what they say about the hate towards what you don't understand
He became a victim
They hate you for being
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
the people unraveling
Intensities traveling
400 miles per minute
No I don't care how you spin it
My people killed by the minute
Am I even allowed
Land of the Free and home of the enslaved
'Til the concept of time
Six hours, twenty-two minutes, and three seconds
I've been standing in this
a red beam
Papa Joe a nigga, two minute hit
You niggas know I'm constantly on bullshit
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa
and steady wins the race, fuckface
This is a letter to the editor sent in an envelope
Sealed shut by some candle wax
Shipped by an olden only show pony,
you think God made gorgeous women
He was a smart yout end up victim
When a few set 1s Pyrex mixing
Hate when a good yout end up pendant
Once upon a time
compassion I'm tinted by you
And I'm split into two
Decisions to choose
I'm feeling so blue
This is part two
Let's take a break and then break in the bed
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
his victim's face
But this last ritual, he cast that rule away
And anonymity was swallowed by reality
"(Ohh...) The beauty in those lips, I recognize
Two steps forward
And four steps back
Progress stunted by ignorance
Giving love a red tape and a mandate
Propaganda fueled by hate
They’re filling up
brothers that’s a character trait instilled by my mother
Cats these days got a victim mentality no common sense and even less morality
All these phones
me that she two on, ha, that's cute we a few on
I could show you what to do in this bitch
Take the addy with the water pop two and then sip
Me, you
he's guilty by his flesh
Either we targets
Or victim of the target markets
For the black markets
Easy to see who are the targets
Once they think you woke
thought man was playing baseball
Way man are outside pitching
Never been a punk, never been a victim
Wanna hate on me? Wanna hate on Storm?
Fuck that,
Stay by me
By my side
Yo it's gonna be okay
Stay by me
When it's right
Imma send em to their graves
One more opp I gotta face two more die today
a broomstick as a dick
Spitting what I've written as quick as a ninja kick
Dig a ditch in a minute
So listen for 60 ticks
Two slick for the pigs
Pour cement that
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