Lyrics:
ya rights
Red & Blue lights flashing in my rear view
This is supposed to be the land of the free
I could spot fake love with a clear view
And it's
And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.
The riffles of his sluicing-box
demon
Thats a bundle
Your bitch wanna fuck
Not just cuddle
My shit be so loud
That shit is not subtle
Bitch I got a K like Russian
No Putin
I got
I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different than anyone
It ain't no use
I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different than anyone
It ain't no use
The sky is red, I don't understand,
past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned,
she makes you burn with a wave
brother, when united they should stand?
Men by swords and words divided in our broken promised land.
These tattered battle standards fly, their colors do
And leave you stranded in a no-man's-land
Navigating this insanity
Takes a lot of energy
A lot of moving around
Constant scrutiny
Whole days float by in
land as fields once green are ochre now.
This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin
Taped to legs beneath pants
Likened to a dark moon
Colliding with the dead world
The red world
Unknown zone of tonight
Flagged down by the sight
Wavers
at the foot of the throne of God.
North, aye, North, through a land accursed, shunned by the scouring brutes,
And all I heard was my own harsh word
never change a trail that I blaze
I need some land by a port, and that's just the first phase
Oh me, oh my, what a hell of a time
Nights like this we
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
the red rage inside me
Punch, through these walls I came
To take you in
I don't feel my hands now they're bleeding
All the words but no action to take
It's
plotting on me
Police still killing niggas dead in the street
So... would I be wrong if I flee
Ion wanna die like B.I.G. no
Russian roulette, niggas playing
Rent's a week past and I need that
Not making stacks but it makes you mad
So have a heart attack
Let's take a step back
Angry kid yelling at an old man
No
say it need meds
Doctor say what
Now I see where you stand all I see is red like it’s infrared,
We were hanging by a thread
Yeah
So I cut it instead
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
discussions, holding forth about the Russians
Will the Red Chinese attack us
Do we need the Yanks to back us
And in bed she feels his shoulder, but he grunts
back home like me
Early mornings, red sky warnings, we ain't got no choice
We rope them traps to bring em back in
Been bucked around by a 20 knot wind
a whole lot of rack cuz of my past fuck it
I want a whole lot of racks in the attic yeah
I caught a habit like doing mathematics yeah
I copped a qp first
speaking in chants
I'm not entranced
There's not a chance
I'm leaving the past
Ready to live with the immortals
No one saying I can't
Ready to live with
Raw, I'm going to give it to you
With no trivia
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia
While bent funny bone grown community
Spit
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
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