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Lyrics
Simplistic wit a sick n twisted state of mind, Never made a rhyme//
that I aint like, n I aint nice? You outcha mind, get outa tha line//
Im tryna find way to shine, inside the lime light, my lines tight//
If im nice, you slight tight, aight, its like//
Get out my sight, if you aint tryna elevate, im tryna educate//
Spit so sick, surgeon general tryna medicate, I dedicate//
This song to those who lost or never met a loved one//
Its fucked up, yup, I know we all lost someone//
razor blades below the naval of 88,000 ladies//
All shoutin proud, fuck bush, while they raise they babies//
Alone in a cold world, solo they hubbies is dead, rest//
They try to compromise by spittin lies thru ya headset//
Or hand a flag to a sad, widow, faints, as guns blast//
she puttin tears in her mans pillow, shakes as the guns blast//
It comes fast, that life insurance check, priority//
Minority? whats that, people check ya priorities//
They put a man in office just to change the scenery//
But that don’t mean a thing to me, if he don’t do shyt legally//
If he follows the old way, the skulls n bones//
If he tells the cell companies to bug the phones//
If he don’t do as we hoped for, planed and pray for//
If he don’t change the planet, like our taxes paid for//
We all know the truth tho, governments runnin it//
How guns’l bust a fucka, watch the blood wont cover it//
He who stands against them, better do sumthin quick//
cuz this is our country, yup, & we not done with this shyt//
