Lyrics:
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Chorus: What do you see when you close your eyes
What will you see when your life goes by
Think hard visualize the ill mob
Either you'll feel
Cuz this'll sound bad when I rip your ass apart
A divide in the culture and guess who's to blame
I'm betting it's those who wanna go shame
The middle
by rhymes yo it's hard times
All across the nation cold points of frustration
Created hot joints of illustration
Concentrate while stakes are high
all go live (it's lit)
Jump, jump, jump all day
I'd rather go fight off the devil
Spend another night in this hell
Ass and titties by the several
It's a sad world
When hard times
Are immediately followed by
"What's your fucking alibi?"
It's a sick trip
Trying to cope with
The parts of reality
things
And it's strange
They treating our culture dirty
'Cause this year
Rap City would eventually turn 30
No conversation, no presentation
No social media
wing or Right
Wing conspiracy theory it is a
Widely known and accepted fact
So then explain to me how a
Nation founded by men who
Not only understood
to change it
Use your mind
It's just another one dead
Another young life
So many young lives passing on before my eyes
So many gave up, overcome by suicide
During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood
During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood
it's
Hard to understand how a boy grew to a man, man turned to a brand
But guess what here I am
Jenny from the block, let's rock
You push me
It's hard to get free from its bars, its entanglements
When it whispers its truths since birth
There's not only one way of thinking
There's not only one
of
Laughing, thrashing, human hearts
It's not a surprise that western culture runs cold
Does it not thrive off the preordained limits
Of the white, the male,
amendments
Nat Turner with the burner or business
Let's get free for a livin'
Y'know it's hard to be black, in a world controlled by white folks
Du Bois
Californ-i-a
Peace to C-God locked up, cat born nine ways
Come home mad soon, live ill, life phases
Like little black girl got shot
Damn it hurts when they
initiate it
And right there is the beauty that is so rare and divine
Cause we live in a culture, where ‘right now’ is the time
If it suits me than I like
of the youth
Yo what cha gonna stand up for?
True love or lust I guess it's gotta be choice huh?
Or have you killed that still small voice?
Distracted by
getting offset by billionaires
Blowing a billi in front of us and we watch it
Living their whole lives out our pockets
I might as well own Sam Walton,
soon
My baby
Im living proof
Start living it too
Painted murals of our lost hero
In tattoos
Praying thats not you
Vicariously got you
To live thru me
Securin' the bag, it's safe (safe)
I got a bag of faces (bag)
I am a fashion statement (fashion)
Culture my human races (culture)
It don't matter 'bout
the creek
You walk sleeping induced in hypnosis by me
Follow me higher The Highlander high on the, high on the hill so we can chill
I think it's the whole
things that I am
I am black
I am white
I am Hebrew
It’s a fight
So tired of the cold nights rolling by violating the beat it was more than just a bite
a thrill
Sell your soul, if it sounds like a good deal
To live a lie you gotta push away what's real
Truth is difficult to swallow like a bitter pill
the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but this
LA county on mines
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