Yeah it would be cool, it could be too Stop running round in circles off of what we fuel
Living them lies, eventually believing it's true A lot of people here for us, one could be you
It's outrageous, and they just ain't nothing but "save us" An ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors Tell me what you would do with no phones or pagers
No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's What you gon' do when the po-lice state begins?
Well it already began, but I guess it depends On what's really going on what's happenin', huh?
Military target practicing They finna write another patriot act again
The days is short, the nights is long, The fight goes on The pistols and the pipes is drawn Come on!
The middle of the night We fight like barbarians In sight of the former might You might think that it's a waste Of our time And I think you would be right Till he drop that rhyme
And some might say that it's a waste of time Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage
We go to war and transcend space and time When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds
You know the stakes is high, we in the face of drama That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem
Its like a game of roulette, the barrel revolvin' They only wanna see us occupying a coffin'
Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving From trying to get over, get under, get even
Get inside, gettin it, getting dumped, getting greedy We got to get it right It's not about to be easy
You best pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely
The pages of my life would make it hard to read me I know my people hearing me, holler if ya'll need me.
Yeah it would be cool, it could be too
ReplyDeleteStop running round in circles off of what we fuel
Living them lies, eventually believing it's true
A lot of people here for us, one could be you
It's outrageous, and they just ain't nothing but "save us"
An ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phones or pagers
No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's
What you gon' do when the po-lice state begins?
Well it already began, but I guess it depends
On what's really going on
what's happenin', huh?
Military target practicing
They finna write another patriot act again
The days is short, the nights is long, The fight goes on
The pistols and the pipes is drawn
Come on!
The middle of the night
We fight like barbarians
In sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste
Of our time
And I think you would be right
Till he drop that rhyme
And some might say that it's a waste of time
Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage
We go to war and transcend space and time
When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds
You know the stakes is high, we in the face of drama
That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem
Its like a game of roulette, the barrel revolvin'
They only wanna see us occupying a coffin'
Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving
From trying to get over, get under, get even
Get inside, gettin it, getting dumped, getting greedy
We got to get it right
It's not about to be easy
You best pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy
Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely
The pages of my life would make it hard to read me
I know my people hearing me, holler if ya'll need me.