just a lil keystyle I wrote about shit on my mind...
Wanna be a soldier on one, then go to Iraq,
When was the last time a republican had my back,
The plan of attack, send the poor N’ broke,
The the rest will die from our imported crack smoke,
Go ahead get awoken up by a roadside bomb,
I lost my dad, uncle, brother, mother, sister, N’ mom,
Just so Bush can jack off about getting Saddam,
The streets are calm, where is Osama?
Probably hiding out wit the C.I.A. praising Allah,
N’ when did we start to tap our own,
I can almost hear Bush breathing on the other side of the phone,
Leave me alone, I wanna die in peace,
How come all the terrorists are in the Middle East?
I thought we had some here,
Killing young Muslims just to subside our fears,
It brings me to tears how juveniles can die so young,
Charged as adults but we ain’t old enough to smoke N’ get cancerous lungs,
We execute the reformed, but the rich get off,
Stole millions of dollars, no real jail time N’ they still got fortunes to sit on,
N’ why is it when late at night when I sag my pants,
Me N’ the cops gotta dance, At a glance I am delusional,
But the so called “gang bangers”
ain’t the only ones to fill up the streets N’ schools wit bullet holes,
Blaming my culture for the violence, death N’ destruction,
Like how is my expression of what life is weapons of mass destruction,
Police corruption, that’s what killed Christopher Wallace,
N’ the streets know who killed Pac, we need to know who killed that boy from Hollis,
I take solace in knowing my constitutional rights,
Cuz I got cops around the way waiting to re-institute me on site,
There is A Reason, I’m a spill the beans,
They want us to be thugs cuz we have more than state property dreams…
Wanna be a soldier on one, then go to Iraq,
When was the last time a republican had my back,
The plan of attack, send the poor N’ broke,
The the rest will die from our imported crack smoke,
Go ahead get awoken up by a roadside bomb,
I lost my dad, uncle, brother, mother, sister, N’ mom,
Just so Bush can jack off about getting Saddam,
The streets are calm, where is Osama?
Probably hiding out wit the C.I.A. praising Allah,
N’ when did we start to tap our own,
I can almost hear Bush breathing on the other side of the phone,
Leave me alone, I wanna die in peace,
How come all the terrorists are in the Middle East?
I thought we had some here,
Killing young Muslims just to subside our fears,
It brings me to tears how juveniles can die so young,
Charged as adults but we ain’t old enough to smoke N’ get cancerous lungs,
We execute the reformed, but the rich get off,
Stole millions of dollars, no real jail time N’ they still got fortunes to sit on,
N’ why is it when late at night when I sag my pants,
Me N’ the cops gotta dance, At a glance I am delusional,
But the so called “gang bangers”
ain’t the only ones to fill up the streets N’ schools wit bullet holes,
Blaming my culture for the violence, death N’ destruction,
Like how is my expression of what life is weapons of mass destruction,
Police corruption, that’s what killed Christopher Wallace,
N’ the streets know who killed Pac, we need to know who killed that boy from Hollis,
I take solace in knowing my constitutional rights,
Cuz I got cops around the way waiting to re-institute me on site,
There is A Reason, I’m a spill the beans,
They want us to be thugs cuz we have more than state property dreams…
