Lyrics:
[M-1]
You either pimpin' the system, or gettin' pimped by the sytem
Don't want no slice of the pie, we want control of the kitchen
Gotta get this bread
enemies of life on this planet
Re-evaluate our ancestral kitchens
Build community share responsibility and listen
Spread consciousness make it our mission
"S2, you've got too many cooks"
I say your kitchen's too small
"S2, you're forever the rook"
OK, but I've got the ball
"Bruh, you should stick
I gotta pay off my debt
They just want foreign new whip
I want a permanent trip
Leave the states with my clique
We won't look back again
Ever again
the earth are neighboring tracts and gardens of vines and green crops, and dead
Palms growing out two or three from a single stem root, or otherwise from one
moving bunches
Hustler king, champion I sold the ring
Nigga, I'm selling everything
Got a lotta weight, gotta break it down
Ship some out of state, send it
grown folks who have suffered through generations of dysfunction because they were targeted by drug policies …
[1] the setting is crack,
United states
I'm jealous thinking 'bout your ex
I called her crazy, now I'm following her steps
Out the garden, out the door
I'm sipping Diet Coke, you're on your
my bail with your rent
Have you thought about having
Your assets absorbed?
Extorting the poor whilst cutting the
Cord at community beauty awards
You
INCOME TAX
After this heist, son, we sittin on stacks
In this new community lookin for the Treasure Chest
Took a wrong left turn, fuck it yo, nevertheless
a little place
To being played in 23 states Took my name from a little place
Took my name from a little place To being played in 23 states
I ain't even
bunch, strong and proud
The urban rural blend paints the canvass of this market town
Down south they aint as friendly community is at our core
Bare
to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown
And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door
Why do you carry the weight, she
intro: this is a public service announcement or call to action to the representatives of the black community we're in a state of emergency we need
the United States
And no clue of what
Was going to happen next
That's exactly what we did like
My mom said, "I don't know where I'm going
But I can't stay
Wal-Mart is won't hesitate
The streets shoot'cha
Health care, energy crisis, the economy
Community outreach, a new form of policy
Republicans you had ya
Yeah!
I like ice skating in the ice rink
Flowing like pure water in the kitchen sink!
The ice shines brighter than printer ink!
I move gracely and I
An incarcerated individual at New York State Department of Corrections and Community Supervision
This call is subject to recording and Monitoring
puzzled once I air out the peace
Was out in murder ave, I mean Myrtle ave a couple blocks from the p’s
With no such thang as a community garden just blood
want all the smoke my backyard is a botanical
Garden of Eden with no evil creatures just purity
Everything was cool and then suddenly negativity
You can't walk the streets with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
And if you know the time, give me a sign
Tell me where we draw the line
The half-backflip
Conception state hospital birth
The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
Brought home to breath smoke in the arms
The half-backflip
Conception state hospital birth
The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
Brought home to breath smoke in
and he's calling me a bitch again
There's a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it 'til we graduate
So I told him that the music
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