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our kin in a grave. A venomous rage. A land where they would lynch ‘em off claims to witness ‘em hang. Not many remained from being driven insane.

claims that they love u but they cheating every chance

and If you love hard then you feel what I'm saying

wat a topic 
who can stop it

I was searching

it (Trust me)
I used to burn my wages gettin' high (Swear down)
Now I save paper like I'm back strappin'
If you wanna find me you're gonna have to look

politicians wage war on democracy?
Well son, 'round these parts that's called sedition
I'm a bad bitch
Came on the track and bitch slapped it
Chick magnet, too

That bitch surrounded with flames
I snuck the dogs through the gate, I had to show them the way
About the light in the dark, about the city we claim
My

Every day I sit and pray to God that we make it out
Can't put my faith in the system, God come and save me now
A slave to wages, I labor

I'm done working for wage
Run run run run
The country fucked
We fear the things wey we no see
Burna boy kilometer
I ran some miles just to be here
Her

Know that
Bitch I go hard, don't hold back
Tan Turkey sittin in my pack
High as a bird when I smoke that
These bitches claim they love me
If I didn't

her name
Well her name's Sativa, she's a pretty little thing
Got an uptown job making minimum wage
And the rent's due soon, but baby I'll save you

He

on a different page
I can not work no nine to five for no minimum wage
So everyday I wake up trynna get this baggage claim
Of course they hating so I got to move

it
Self-snitching at it’s finest that’s what the problem is
You claim your woke, but you really lack consciousness
Thanking God for an award then do

Expectancy is seen as messy 
That's Eton, right
Aye, write on the edge of a knife 

Peddle desolate into the darkness 
To seek a wage 
Ask your local locksmith

lives, they wage against Him
Like those who think it's a service they offer their god when they slay Christians
Or wolves in sheep's clothes, or should I

Every time I leave the house I look over my shoulder
Cops in the neighborhood lurkin but claim they patrolling
Phone in my hand, heart racing can’t

kids I'm never gon claim
I guess I'm ashamed
But these bitches out here for everybody
What's ya body count
Why you worried bout me
Think ya body count

calibrating
See me stack the wages. Have to tolerate it
Come in now flex on a bong be baking. See them scars and taste the
Blood drops in every basement. I flip

shocked to see how many claim to top up their wages from 9 to 5s
Trust me these people have drive
But driven deeper and deeper into the ground like I was
I

in this cage
I'm sick of working like a slave for unlivable wage 
And that shit got me all in a rage
So give me the mic and a stage 
Boy i bet i amaze

of bullies
Get a slap on the wrist, then go and give you a cookie
Bunch of wanna be cops, bunch of pricks who be rookies
Claim they're scared of us but

"Accept a wage, you're not a slave, but conditions are too late to change"

Is there such a thing as solace in disassociated worlds?
Have we simply reached

your going to get fleas

You contradict yourself 
With every breath you breathe 
Working class hero 
So you claim 
Mom and dad are always one phone call

plus
Government officials claim to see you from your home
Nutritional value next to zero I'll ask you not to consume the news it's only there confuse

always point the blame
You keep us all in cages yet you claim that you are free
You cut up all our wages While you lay us on the streets
You label us

steal our lives
Society claims it's part of natural functions
We should steal back
The wages they garnish off our labor