Lyrics:
2' o clock I'm in the booth, I'm finna let that demon out
Old hoe like to be in my phone no John Cena, can't see me now
Stalking on the block, we
your spirit battles in silence
Overstimulated by soft drugs and violence
When you're by yourself is the only time you're reminded
You can leave
An invisible prison that they’ll never see
That they can’t oppose but only succumb
Drop by drop advancing our goal
We must be invisible we must not be seen
With destruction we have violence
It's a way of life
Can't you see what you've done left alone by myself
I've never felt so hopeless apathetic all
violence and everything that you hate
We lost hope
We lost soul
We all know
We are alone so everybody let's go
Turn the lights out
You don't need to see
you see
Just how easy it comes crumbling down
Corruption thrives, endless strife
Distorted lives end bloodlines
Filthy hypocrisy the law that governs me
minus ten
I ain't gon' stop writing until I dry the pen
When I begin to get on the mic, you'll see what type of vibe that I'm in
See, I'ma keep doing this
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
Relax in the Matra, I trap, we read dollars
Any altercation
The strap will freeze violence
Lit up on the strip, we strike, we see sirens
Street where they
(he goes by the other man's ways)
Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about
'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out
You got
I see past their masks, but everybody's sleeping
See monsters everywhere but they're the ones that dreaming ah
They're the ones that dreaming ah
and every look gives you away a bit more
Suffocated by your silence
It's violent, it's all I've come to know from you, your violence
Steps that lead
Don’t leave me
Hide inside the house
Brick by brick comes down
Lay beside me now
Don’t leave me here
Violence all around
Feel my heart it pounds
wrong?
I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams
Get Top on the phone
Tell the squad come home
We gon' ball again 'fore he call us home
World is going brazy
the devil
Dormant inside us all
If I don't live to see tomorrow
Promise to let me go
You love peace never give to violence
You love music
Never live fall
SPG, violence, destruction
SPG, malice, corruption
Fuck the SPG
Get you ya cunts
Come on, the SPG
Blacked out cars, obsessed with pain
SPG, violence, destruction
SPG, malice, corruption
Fuck the SPG
Get you ya cunts
Come on, the SPG
Blacked out cars, obsessed with pain
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"
True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what?
See back in days, crime pays
Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"
True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what?
See back in days, crime pays
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
Together creates a molecule
All your energy comes from a
Nigga holding you down
So your energy's on top of you
Let's see where all your energy goes when
Them
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
deserts in my city
They say a change gon' come
But only by committee
The witty unpredictable, every time this play
Give Rae his residuals, nine individuals
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