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Every day living on the streets man…… is something like genocide
When the oppressed presses back from the stress, we hold gate, no more marching don’t hold back , cuz we stamping all black on these monsters who constantly conquer bodily harmz been done to all my ancestors and it’z never be undone, political redrum, leads to lyrical deadsons, speaking the book of life, while devils aim at my head, huh
Wheter we wrong or we right, I’m fighting until lead come, open the door of light, and shoot darkness when the fedz come, so many problems in this world , pick one, stand firm, get gunz then y’all can meet me at the 7th sun, united we cake, divided we ain’t getting none, not in this state, we gotta hustle to make income. What if them Sudanese babies could see us now, We living free with a smile, while they bodies lie in the ground, Scared to fight cuz you proud , you just want ya wife and ya child while these pigs is snipping us out. So it’s you that’s fighting us now , you, that’s hyping the crowd and telling ‘em kill each other , you, who got the mother’s crying over lost brothers so I , I take the honor in giving people another voice to listen to it’s mother all you corny motherfuckers. Yes, A.R.E.S. and my mission is to uncover and reverse the rehearse and perverse it’s disgusting. Yea I curse in my verse but ya’ll niggaz saying nothing . Dog my words are like church, vibrations in ya stomach. That’s the ghost of my past and my mind has become it. So here’s a toast to my last life and the angel that’s above me. My gurl she don’t understand me the danger being just me. A nigga wagging war on police with just one piece who just want peace but niggaz want beef I just want we to be together raising all our glocks forever. Point them at the real faces of terror this is just a dream . but dreams do the funniest things , remember King?
Hook
Til the day that I die
Im a keep spitting that truth to the youth to my souls in the sky
Til the day that I die
Im a keep drinking my liquor and losing my mind getting high
Till the day that I die
I’m a keep marching, keep fighting , keep striving so we all could survive
Til the day that I die
Baby im a keep being me Im a G look me dead in my eyes
I was supposed to be the next black leader, the real black jeter, but on my shortstops I kept picking up some healers and with these gold gloves it was hard to show love. Woke up with a plan and soon after I sold drugs. It was Mexican and rich looking niggas I’d hold up and I prayed that they fight back , so I could just go nuts. I was born in the balls of the Bronx F.A. where little girls skip scheds for days maneuvering pay and who’s to say me wrong, cuz we staying inside the hood, my memories are strong from where we played inside the hood. My generations strong but now they slay inside the hood, a generation’s gone , nah, I ain’t safe inside the hood. My whole perceptions goneand they wonder why I smoked out . Marching at the rallies with nobody to back me , attach me to no organization except my black nation, Black Power! Fuck if it sounds racist!
Til the day that I die
Im a keep spitting that truth to the youth to my souls in the sky
Til the day that I die
Im a keep drinking my liquor and losing my mind getting high
Till the day that I die
I’m a keep marching, keep fighting , keep striving so we all could survive
Til the day that I die
Baby im a keep being me Im a G look me dead in my eyes
So…. basically what I’m tring to tell ya is
No matter what these people trynna tell ya ( No matter what they tell you) about the statistics
Or how’s blacks in jail,(Bullshit) blacks on a warfare system( it’s Bullshit), how blacks is getting less educated( it’s Bullshit!)
We just need to stay together man( ya heard)cuz these times is going on right now hahah , yea, they trynna take us under man and then put the way O.J. on my dick. Guess who’s next they trynna leave us sick, but not me , keep your head up, eyes open, mouth shout…til the day that I die
Dj Nemoz , A Dot |
