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We live in a world where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win, not the content of his character, they scared of you
22 million

Waiting for a Sign
I've been waiting for something
It's been a pretty long time
I've been living in a prison of my own design
I wish I had some

Aleksander Solzhenit'syn
You may or you may not know was a
Prisoner in the Soviet Gulag
Concentration camp system
That by his report at least
Killed

Pulse gone
No Where to Go!

I'm

Im terrified I'll never leave the barrio
Fuckin social prison
Black hole
Count all the bodies up
Pride is all we really

dodging it
Have you ever felt like you were under water and drowning
But when you looked up some boats came by but you acted like you never saw them
Cuz

I'm On Guard
By Brad Dassey
2/21/2023
 

VERSE 1
clways on-guard
cvant Garde
Lookin' right over my back
clways lookin' back
Stiff-like-a-board

really need to hang it up
But being black and working hard
Just don't get you paid enough
Paid in full
By
Breaking rules
He went school
He
Slept

Who would be the pawns, who would fill your prison rooms
Instead of prisons lets build schools though it may seem common sense 
How bout paying teachers

the Bush administration
announced a recession had stricken
the Nation the highest quarterly
earnings in ten years were posted
by Chevron©
Meanwhile a budget

when i was getting bullied by cowards 
For a barrel of laughers 

You ain't sick with the rhythm
Fed up of all these artists calling it a freestyle
Yet

life
It don't make sense man, sum'n ain't right...
So girl what the deal, you seem pretty ill
I know you feel pain, but you don't take the pills
Can't

To rattle the chains. To awaken, baffled no idea of the prison in which you've been contained

Look at where we stand. Blinded by holy light, feeling oh so

'Dout pretty female legs
'Dout satisfaction

You can see her body
Near is nobody
Now we're getting clother
Guess she'll never know you
Tear her dress

are the
Proof
Tell a tree by the
Fruit
Ahhh
Yes
Holy Spirit move move
Please
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you
Freedom
I can feel

Drip and DPM making hits on hits wearing Robinson fits
Been a long time missing bro bro now, sneaky petty I dont make no sound
Bar on bar song a prison

throat
I'm scoffed up
Constipated with pain
Hating the rain
We all get wet
And pretty much when you close to death
I think you live by the gun
You die by

fed to the system
'Cause there are people makin' fortunes
Off of privatized prisons
They objectify women 'til they are
All that you crave
So you don't

dyin', or hittin' prison
We all got our soldier down in the best, it's what we wish em
But the stress of gettin' by make it hard to show we miss em
Man

we spread our wings and then fly
Ready for death cuz I ain’t really living
My life is like a race and my mind is like a prison
In my head I’m in last

Yo baby daddy mixtape wasn’t poppin
But me I be that nigga I just do this shit too
Often
I be that pretty mutha fucks but I ain’t no ASAP Rocky

guards love me
I can tell im by the way they frisk me
That they know im pretty
Live every day like it is sunny
And I share my epiphanies
Get it sunny

The script changed and made me read it different
I would give my ****** knowledge but they wouldn’t listen
Now they sittin' up in prison
I don't even

I could hit
On some shit I never try
If I put It on the guys swear to God I never lied
A pretty fucking penny on this bitch I better slide
Shawty may

here for
How much you gon' sell that cross and crescent for
How many times you gon' criss and cross before
You realise you in a prison
Of your demise