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Genre
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Peak #5,607
Peak in subgenre #3,119
Author
Boxy
Rights
:P
Uploaded
May 08, 2007
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 5:27
Lyrics
So while they take the generation-and make them into soldiers
Make them mindless puppets-place a rifle on their shoulders
This is just a chessgame-for the leaders of this country
Issued out the checkmate-but we're still power hungry..
So they take the generation-and make them into soldiers
Make them mindless puppets-place a rifle on their shoulders
Some soldiers left to crawl-their lives won't be the same
Some pieces left to fall-cuz its just a chess game
I've collapsed on my own fuckin hopes and dreams
Till the point that i think im fallin apart at the seams
Appearing stiff as stone-my flow creeps beneath my skin
chapters in my bones-like how eve saw the world through adam's rib
They say history repeats itself-mabe myself is doomed to this
man I just wish to collapse this second and fall back and rap Fix
Cuz God will never see a tear from me, no soldier does that
Mabe every line I spit-is a chapter to the testament
and every rhyme is helpin god damgage lives, like he damaged mine
If I could break the damn divine and turn back the hands of time
Before these mindless puppets started fighin in this world of mine
Before slavery and genocide-Beated slaves with Broken Spines
Before I was Bad Blood Like i was full of cancerous Cells Fix
mabe my raps the Final battle-between heaven and hell
and this chess game speaks for itself- mabe its the start of it
Mabe my rap's the Apocolypse-and I've become apart of it
So while they take the generation-and make them into soldiers
Make them mindless puppets-place a rifle on their shoulders
This is just a chessgame-for the leaders of this country
Issued out the checkmate-but we're still power hungry..
So they take the generation-and make them into soldiers
Make them mindless puppets-place a rifle on their shoulders
Some soldiers left to crawl-their lives won't be the same
Some pieces left to fall-cuz its just a chess game
Consumed with so many scars-my body's full of chapters
I've been walking backwards all my life-watchin backstabbers
I was built rappin-I was once what you called Madness
Dreamin back then-made reality resemble a world crackened//beat start up
Picture me torn between-the fabric seams of life and death
Im hangin hopeless on a thread-like a trapeze artist hooked on meth
Whatever happened to a promised life-now im dancin with death
This chess game's nothin less-than a fucken soldier's fabricated past
I collapse to sound through cracks-when god bends time and laughs
mabe this chess game's sending statements to keep my head from breakin
Cuz with this mic in my hand im demonstrating the Revelations
I've witnessed statured men-ponder who the rapture will send
As demons eat my flesh and whats left as my soul leaves again
mabe me rappin on this planet-would reverse the commandments
Just a pawn to this devil-to bring a level of havoc,
Im just that soldier waiting to be dust and just vanish
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