The Art Of The Drill

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I'm leaking
Red blood cells coagulated
Got it out the dirt
Out the cotton fields
We made it
I take a look back
And often I feel jaded
Truth of the matter
A lot of this shit be overrated
To each his own
Yo life is perception
Drink your own poison
Pick and choose yo weapon
Everything you face in life
Is said to be a blessing
That's if throughout the process
You actually learned yo lesson
Time be the bearer of all truth
I look at my life in the rearview mirror
And I see I'm living proof
I seek peace and find refuge
Inside this vocal booth
Now that the rain is gone
I can see clear
I stood the test of time
I've eradicated my fear
Now the world is mind
I'm living through the rhyme
We facing hard times
In the midst of killing season
I dare not touch this mic
Without having great reason

He got murder on his mind
He hunting his own kind
God please press rewind
So his body they not find
Laying dead in the street
So his family not weep
But the code blue beep
His life was stole for cheap
Now his ole lady can't eat
And his babies can't sleep
Designed by the elite
They watch blood flood the streets
For the sake of the thrill
Niggas lust for the kill
It's the art of the drill
Shit roll down capital hill

Praise to the most high
For the breath I'm breathing
Fire breath I choose to manifest
In the greatest sense of love
I'm achieving goals
I only but once or twice in my life
Ever dreamed of
So as above so it be below
We gotta till the soil
Plant new seeds
And nurture them to grow
Mama earth she be the candy lady
Produce and apples plums pears
Now that's real food for them lil babies
Land is the basis of our independence
If you should think not
I pray Jehovah be yo witness
I refuse to settle and my soul be forsaken
Freedom is a road seldomed travel
There for the taking
The giant has awakened
And this be a far cry
Coming from where I'm from
Nothing fail but a try
Rather stand on my feet
Than on my knees and die
Black fist up high I'm saying
F*ck yo apple pie

He got murder on his mind
He hunting his own kind
God please press rewind
So his body they not find
Laying dead in the street
So his family not weep
But the code blue beep
His life was stole for cheap
Now his ole lady can't eat
And his babies can't sleep
Designed by the elite
They watch blood flood the streets
For the sake of the thrill
Niggas lust for the kill
It's the art of the drill
Shit roll down capital hill

The atmosphere is sacred
Frequency is real
From the power of your tongue
You either speak life
Or it's death you will
My youngans done mastered
The art of the drill
Sad to see our babies out here dying
Niggas test for the kill
Putting in work
Shit get drastic
Moma can't see his face
Head to toe a closed casket
Put his pic on a shirt
Another one got murked
Sacrificed for the perks
Black suits and black skirts
And I can't forget the hearse
I sometimes sit and ponder and wonder
And ask myself what's really worse
Are we the microcosm of some
God forsaken curse
I thought the children of Israel
Was said to be first
But instead we're being mislead
Astray like sheeple
No way in the world
We should have to fight to be equal
They say love cost
Well it's all power to the people
Let's pour into the babies
So we don't see another sequel
At all cost
Cause if we don't
Then we all lost

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