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Listen... See I grew up in a town where everything red Follow up a brother word up everything he said Money over bitches thinking everything bread In reality were hand me downs cause everything shared Sidewalk dribbeling Over chalk scribbling Outlines of bodies We found time to party Like its 1999 ... Long before that boy was conscious and inclined to garvy Society is sickened, sobriety is the prescription Creatively impaired, why niggas scared to be different Underexposed, overstimulated children Are born target to market employs Intellect rarely employed Make decisions based on indigenous wisdom They take away our freedom and give a nigga religion But still we built the kingdom working with minimal resources And still we rep our colors like ooh ah Fuck a mixtape boy this a album A little bit more huey than malcolm A little bit more malcolm than martin But we ain't fucking with condolezza or sharpton I'm a release an album that'll probably incite a riot Probably inspire kids to become a fighter of apartheid And that shit's gonna slap to the masses go out and buy it We got a fascist in office that's better in coffin Cuttin medicare why the veteran's coughin Finding employment is like finding a laker in boston You can remain dormant, waiting for saviour in office While I get out get up and get something Give myself reason to celebrate When the shit get bad stay at peace and meditate And when my family gather around we can elevate Shine in their face, ey, even though they can't stand it Listen.. El presidente no vale verga Estoy prisionero en un pais lleno de mierda Construido en las espaldas de nuestras abuelas Morenitas bonitas dobladas .... la tela Nos quitaron cultura, y nos dieron las reglas Nuestro poder no se puede medir con la regla Hablo la mente pa la gente con las quejas Bajo gravedad los dedos nunca tocan la meta Cocaina en las venas, se sienten antenas Pistola en la mano llena de balas Mientras que las sirenas llaman Disparos gritan de anojos se queman Dejan rallas los jovencitos como una zebra Pero los leones estan casando en la selva Hablando de la verdad uno sabe donde llega Me arranco no quiero ser un blanco del sistema Tiro ganchos mientras que estoy peleando contra Cualquiera persona nunca tengo miedo compa Porque la muerte es la unica cosa Que me puede introducir a mis dioses Los pinches idiotas creen que me pueden controlar Por medio de las leyes pero solo sigo god Inglewood
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