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the team But ain't make the cut We come from the ghetto Our village the slums Where mothers are crying From losing their sons The heart of the struggle This
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
banana clip, I'm getting potassium Imma chill with the gun talk Whole village behind me with my slum walk Plum fool getting hit with the gun stock Mavi
upon us pardon the bullet chipping our armor We never had a proper defense cus we the weak men Getting thrashed by the animals and they will eat men
has taken place that we are governed by fools? * We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs. They've tried to ban our
already got got We ain't even got guts anymore We just play by the rules Hoping to survive Do we even see ourselves We fight like Like it's never
a choke hold losin' control bringing drama by the boatload it takes drama in the pillage now of cappadonna my split persona hit their village
side by side And yes we get it on, one time most definitely Further the mind, shallow waters and know life Give me that water and love, we gotta make it
Africa Unified especially in the minds of Diaspora Slums to the village, Townships to the gritty core To refugee camps and lands plagued by war Youth
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
the slum punk Get crunk, get her crunk crunk Get her drunk drunk Out the trunk with this bump bump I'm the slum punk (Brass) (Brass is King T.R.U) (TRU Gang)
of the weak spot Cause he want what we got, like yeah Then forge poetry like a young honory morrissey Then spit it to the golden locks thots Who like
I was born in a small village I was still a child when we were raided by soldiers Foreign soldiers Torn from my elders, I was made to speak their
line sniffers Shot callin' but y'all triggered, that's y'all business In Park Hill and the Slum Village we all dealers And y'all feel us, the feelin'
of it Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets And are suckered much by little or nothing
fine us interests Indulge indigenous images In our villages Vintage shit Fight for vengeance Real niggas We fight with Pen Man Ship Bill us in buildings
We've no food or money and no choice but to sell her But Milky-White's my best friend Look at her! There are bugs on her dugs There are flies in
me It’s never working, Yeah I’m for certain My gears are turning, My clocks revolving And as we’re growing Through the motions We still searching Still
Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner Police warmers This is where life expectancy meets karma Street sagas Told by a tortured sinner who
your mother? Mom went to the market. And who are you? I am Mr. Fart, from the village up there. I'm here to have a fart match with your mom. You will
walking's overrated And we get by, through God and motivation I was boxed in a room patiently waiting, Mentally located in the book of Job They say freedom is
who saw delight in it Righten it, now I write the poetry to brighten it Sight in it, now I got a family to fight in it I can't do this by myself, I
side by side And yes we get it on, one time most definitely Further the mind, shallow waters and know life Give me that water and love, we gotta make it
Real life I got to voice out mhern Stay True till I die I can never loose ma loose ma Yeah we big Better watch your mouth and watch who you talk
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