Lyrics:
Governed by greed and lust?
Just the strong doing what they can
And the weak suffering what they must?
Oh, and the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells
and shit
Gun smoke like in 1942
Rising from South Carolina youth
Through our hearts shot through
Wonder whos to blame bro
21 gram snatcha soul
Mmohoh mmohoh
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
many migrants
Shackled in chains
Peace is a pillar
Broke by the weight
Suffering scattered
By heads of the state
Greed guides the madness
That started
Troops underpaid, orders obeyed
Thousands are slain, all died in vain
Armies of hate guided by greed
Open you up, take what they need, and the death
you're denying
Don't try the serpent eyes can only cover for so long
Show us now what we always knew
The writing's on the wall
Greed disguised as global
Say you'll be all we need
Heal our pain, fix all things
Those with guns are in charge
Write your checks while people starve
Paid to lie, death
to school together
Man, I got your number from Heather
She said you sell guns
I got beef I wanna see what you got
And if I like it I'll cop
Damm nigga, you
all you want is wealth, they perceive it as greed
So as you loaded up that MAC and continue to bust
I was on paper, thinkin' they don't give a fuck
How many died
How many died by your hand
Put your fucking guns away
We rise
Through dust
Is humanity lost
They died
For nothing
Thousands suffering
well?
Church and Gun-State
Settle exchange rates
From high temples
Blood for oil swirls
With such wealth their souls go free
Excused by creed
Money
taps
Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots
I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead
It was a black
I was young, and 21
When they held a gun to my head
They yanked me out
By the cross around my neck
Shot the drunk kids in the back
Of my car
ch,
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though 'cause you don't really know
About the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
shot my
First 22 when I was 9
21 gun salute and my soldiers killed 20 of
Your troops at a time
And I got about nine teens on
The corner fucking with
I watch it come undone
I'm flying
Swing round by the sun
I'm flying
Time has drawn it's gun
I'm flying
Done all that can be done
I'm flying
Hope is
that Mac (boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (get
from my tears
As the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and your Gram's old
Your brother's
relations
Of mothers that carry the pain
Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
Big brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
It
So this will be my voice,
in a world drawn by your own lines.
I feel that nothing here
belongs to me,
so this will be my farewell,
I'll leave
Remember 1921
Modernized under the gun
What will it take? For you to see
It's right there, Greed.
You’ve taken everything
Pushed them away,
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
Will I make it to see 21
If I rap about the sex and the drugs. alcohol, poppin slugs
Will I make it to see 21
Cuban link around my neck
Up in
intellectual
there's a thousand reasons to join the mammon freak show
ego, ego, ego, ego
ch:
sleep now in the wake of multinational corporations
greed, greed
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