Lyrics:
there's a lot of lost souls in a trance
Everyone's got a killer's stance
Your kids can see the drugs in eyes of their parents
Witnessing the high breakdown
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Me and my niggas smoke weed at an incredible dosage, have niggas slumped like we Got Shocked by 1000 watts voltage
The liquor don't make you hulk
to surroundings
And if they're centered
Around god great
Because our children are watching
She saw her momma praising
And decided to copy
Knew I wasn't living right
of martyred Negroes?
Departed foes whose legacy is keeping masses shackled
It survives in the passion of the dominant elite
Who've killed revolution by applying
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
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the streets, while you keep enforcing your violence
What is a man if he can't defend his children being, slaughtered by multiple gangs
Doing their thang,
the tombstone with his name
Hear the cries of a little girl in pain
Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and cries
But something was wrong with this bitch's
in the chair by the galley
On the way to Cali, chicken in the salad
Sounds like a ballad
You loyal, so I'm Khaled
Buy your momma a palace, scratch that
I came to you, and you to me
And we were tapping on the window of the children when the piggy-bank broke
Pitching quite a fifth
But how the makers
revolution
Parading illusion someone's using, most amusing
Will you dance? Will you dance?
Smell of caviar and roses
Teach your children all the poses
How
the game
I'll be damned if a thin' changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustlin' to make a million, Lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
the real thugs
Killers and gangsters? Set the revolution
Let the things bust and thank us
When the smoke clear
You can see the sky again
There will be
Many people who balk at profanity, are intrigued by their murders done candidly. They are the stranglers, rapists and stabbers, the children grabbers,
fear that with the way that they cling to pride
They may never be alive
To see their children grow
See
We grew up with killers
And didn't know they was
without an artist
A Hip-hop without a hip and a hop
Trying to bring hope to the young kids in the hood
Cause I was inspired by the art
That’s why my music
- Your kingdom of slaves
Blessed be those who rise up - Against God
The fallen angels - The burning souls
The spirits of fire and revolution
Rising up
the residence of a deranged psychopath
Who truly believes to be possessed
By a craft of witchery
He kills children in the name of a witch
A demonic voice
wall)
All the player haters and jealousy in the ghetto
Childrens crying, homies dying
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall)
It's how it is in
we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, so quick, this could
just stop this game
Confusion
Manipulation, false information
People fight, children die
Repression
My heart is pounding
The world needs grounding
This
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come on out
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come
message, right now
From my heart!
I wake up in this Sunday morning and I started a revolution in my life
Today the things are come so fast, day by day I
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