Lyrics:
judgment day will come my fren, scott free fi killin kings and dem? No
Either dem sen dem cops fi kill up di youth dem inna di street
Tek weh the food
sex
And the brief glimmer of happiness
I find in the misery
Of those who are sitting in the
Theatre of which this screen exists
I want you to know
about the youths around me
Still got a hole in my chest, I ain't got my youth around me
I hit my goals, they weren't impressed, they tried to snooze
The Lou to Flint Michigan we made the connection
Storm blessed me with the beat now it's murder with no discretion
Underground first class flight
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
Do you love
Fighting mid-table teams
I'm having nightmares
In the Theatre of Dreams
At first we all thought
That Mourinho was weak
But who's laughing now
I prefer not
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The the theatre ceiling is silver star-spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
There's
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we
Sarah
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That
you know mi did a bill so
Check di mall
Check di movie theatre
Check di rink yeah
Weh mi would a skate yah
You think you bad, you think you slick
You
mesh artificially netting us can't hold the fluidity of flesh given its nescience
A sprint to the flint and the fuel's for the take off
Wait pause,
probably up north with no service now
I'm probably up north where the bodies found
I'm probably in, shh, shit, Flint
I'm probably in Michigan, freezing
I'm
the land they stole
In the name of the government
Rich white man while the rest be suffering
Run from the locked down borders
Ain't like Flint ain't got
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
throw 'em bones
I stay out the way and get it, I got it and then I'm gone
I'm from North Side Flint
I pray to god and repent
Cause the time that I spent
Sparkling Golden flints
you can almost hold
in your hand
the burn lets you know
Yearning to know what lies beyond my youth
as the bright stars fall
Than stashing poison for the youth
Even though I'm meant to
Influence through this music
It's safer to form a better habit
Is it we've got the juice
I'm in love with the flow
Time off to be an Oscar nominee now
Back to the M-I-see to emcee now
Rockin' the ol heads blazing the youth
Only rapper
Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the Camptown Theatres of Piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot
for my show all heard about it
Theatres near you woah I don't need a permit
PGU only for you my life's a movie to hit
Internet money coming in they
this illusion of choice
We're screaming for justice with one voice
Are we just whispers against the storm, fading in the night
In the theatre
the Fool, the Harlequin
In the theatre of our pain
The colour of your anger
Is the colour of your blood
The colour of your mind
Is the colour of your blood
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
S.O.A.D., live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot
Blaow, how
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