Lyrics:
Another day goes by of this insanity
We fight one another not the real enemy
Rich bastard scum still rule this land
While their stolen wealth
decipi
Masses of bastards, you deserve it
Your eyes have been clouded for too long
Your bodies are sick
Your souls, enslaved by dogmas, are unclean
And now the weak say I have strength
By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead
And now the poor stand and confess
That my portion is
my attempts the progress I will present to Part of me who feels like it can no longer be fixed
Just a sick bastard hello my name is hazardous
I like
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
not a savage
Just a young nigga with habits, cause I aint never had shit
Poppa did 9, so I was a bastard
Look back on some time, no need to rewind
Cant
country, by nature a virtuous deed
But those in power serve dual masters, one foreign, one greed
Command betrays its legion, derision towards the fleet
That
bastard
Who got skills but still poor
See I ain't ever goin back
To sleepin' down on a floor
Until I'm flexin' California King
I won't snore
So don't sleep
vacations
The bank bail out repayment
Globalized disaster human youth trafficker
Slave labour ambassador
The bastard youth massacre
Trying not to be brain
a cloud in sight
And I still feel rain
Those who started the fire
Never wanna feel flames
Inequality will only grow
And it's making me sick
I gotta play
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
a whore
And its ok to be a dickhead as long as you're not too poor
Man I'm fed up with the human race and I'm rooting against it
I hope an E.T. is out there
by our renown
You get destroyed like pile of feathers, yeah
I'm known by everyone
They do call me Miku (Miku)
They think I'm alone and weak
But they
the skin is
Harder to live in
Call your saints
Poor or the rich will
Healing the sick will
All the saints
My old friends through me a stag party
They called
If there’s light why don’t you let me see?
I’m poor of mind
I’m poor of faith
Last night my friends didn’t call me
I felt burned by the fire below me
more than your stepping stone
Those girls downtown won't leave you alone
Fast talk, slow walk, coming on strong
Keep in mind that my love is true
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
ceelo
Cash flow
One track mind serial hustler
Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch?
I'll dust ya
Bentley ballin' bastard
No hustler faster
I’m sick of the bread crumbs
I’m sick of the paystub
Just giving me loose change
Sick of being fed up
My Corolla on the brink
If it breaks down me
back into,
This chrysalis,
And I'm gone!
Flows going over their heads so,
I'm called the Baptist by those who knew me,
You don't give a rat's patootey
capital broadening class lines
Broken by the bastards that regulate your wages
Poverty is our crime and employment is our cage
Its 1998 and the time
or somethin', give another answer
Tellin' 'em I'm just a crazy bastard
Psycho with his hat on backwards
Sure I'm killin' the beat but I'd rather go kill
school to hang out
Red Jordan fresh sweater
Laura you got my love forever
Say where would I be without you
Prolly Sick as fuck without flu
Talking common
day and shit
I'm a fuckin' man with pride, you don't do shit like that
I said leave it alone
You don't just, leave a nigga sick like that
I said
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