Lyrics:
States
Faudrait que j'tire sur un flic pour que
Les moins d'20 piges me respectent
Rien dans le fond
Tout dans la provoc' et moi je cautionne
Y'a plus de
for 500 summers
In order to satisfy Europe
And Americas hunger
The preach hate police state
Gives football numbers
But it’s always probation, for
the neck
New freedom, my shell is housing a genius
Response, I’ve never seen this
Gone far beyond the ambiance you used to
Bolted to a state, I won’t lose
one time so keep in mind:
Life is like running on ice
It's like roll the dice
If you don't like prison, fool
You'd better be nice
I'm sending this
or tails?
The puzzle only gets outrageous
In every piece untold
It reeks of rotten states and labor
The common wealth are told
Big breaths they say
The heat
States
What a waste (what a waste)
Waste
And that's literal
Peace to anybody who breathin' the same chemicals
I mean ain't no border for air
Ain't
Stay far from prison and dutty graveyard
God inna di earth and dem fear God
Any funny move di Glock dem spray hard, cah
Dem think we sauce?
Dem
soir levez la main,
J'oublierais jamais Ahmed, j'oublierais jamais Fatima,
Dans ma tête c'est les States mais dans mon cœur c'est Casablanca,
Oué,
around looking at me like what am I doing
Unh, and my uncle's out of prison now
I got some homies doing dirt, I'm thinking about getting down
Yeah, my
for our new state-funded stately pleasure dome. Shock and awe and an over-priced gift-shop â?? you didn't have fun if you didn't buy the t-shirt. Paying
This morning they came in to tell me
That I had a choice to make
Rechecked all the things I believed in
Or in their prison I would stay
They said
portable.
La prison fait d'certains des cons, d'autres des gens respectables.
Une fois libérable re belote, dur de s'réinsérer.
A l'affût d'gros coups
willing, patnas dying and got collect calls from tha prison, twice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglars, pimps, and curb servers
I got a thing for my education
Real learning has no vacation
It's prison prep for the young and you
Forced to learn more ways to follow more
black, you think that I'm a damn fool
No dope, no guns, no case, let's take this shit to trial
Mr. Bigg versus the state, and then I still might not win
Good people make us sickly babies there are hospitals to fill.
Good people make us black babies to fill the prison cells.
Good people fuck like beasts so
to confuse you
Commies and Nazis they only want to use you
Right wing nutters spreading race hate
Communist loonies who want a one party state
Their
the livin'
On this earth encased in a dirt prison
A new talk with the cross sought as the wisdom
I stopped wishin' for the 'ole time religion
Now I'm
a Third World fascist state, lock the nation
With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
Well I trace shapes in clouds and I saw things I never seen
We move like renegades down in the states, reload that magazine
Almost killed us in that
You're too blind to see
This planet is a prison for the damned, eugh
Go 'head and break your bread
With all your so called friends
Like they
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