Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apart of the Plan, artist - Dizzy Wright. Album song State of Mind 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dizzy Wright, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Apart of the Plan |
Something to change the trends, you know, getting the niggas off the stands |
No more courtrooms if they didn’t feel like they was pushed to the same sins |
I’m talking gyms to get criminals off the street (real) |
Put 'em in jail and hold 'em back |
We making the criminals increase ('crease) |
Dealing with a system that can’t be beat, rest in peace |
Funny how they knocking us down but want us to stand on our feet (Fuck you mean) |
Who’s held responsible for a government breach |
The governor or the nigga that paid the state emergency fee (yo, point 'em out) |
Everything is starting to make a lot of sense |
They tearing houses down, they pushing the poverty up out of Flint |
«Let's turn it to a college town, move in all college kids» |
All I know is jobs over jails and they ain’t got the shit |
Living a nightmare cause y’all forgot the shit |
Creating a warzone and expecting them to be positive |
This shit is wild (shit is wild) |
And now I’m bringing the fire spelled backwards |
And power residence of Flint, Miss LaDonna, I’ma holla at you 'cause |
I got ideas for kids, and not only do I provide my own, energy is limitless |
The real battles start back at home |
These youngins here will crack your dome |
But do it like Marissa Schills |
Driving down Saginaw I just passed Berston Fields |
I’m just feeling hurt they don’t respect me for every verse I kill |
Vegas raised but Flint, Michigan hanging up my jersey still |
Worth a mill, feed your mind |
Read up in between the lines |
Food for thought |
If you’re feeling lost, then you will see in time |
Today’s agenda, those who are supposed to defend us are just pretenders |
They pretend to avenge us |
But me and Dizzy connect like The Avengers |
These adventures make us venture to the days that they used to lynch us |
No rope, but hope for a better day is what they’re still using against us |
Our life is garbage, we the adult babies of Brenda |
Look, we don’t succeed 'cause we was never meant to |
So much aggression pent up |
Let’s continue to enter the mind of the mentally injured |
Mentality embedded in us |
Sent up is where we end up, because of a system that’s injust |
Shouts to my nigga, Sam, who doin' 10 plus |
It’s obvious we the ones that Kunta Kinta |
True to my roots, true to the truth |
It’s true that that flag represents me too |
But it does not excuse the abuse |
And to the fools who rebuke it |
Try to counter-accuse in the news |
There is no excluding the truth |
Only skewed views that’s misleading you |
That’s glued to the tube, confused |
Digging up old wounds of racial fuels |
Sweeping new problems under the rug with a old broom |
Stay tuned |
My city caught a bad break and it never stopped |
Like bad breaks got a bad case of the bad days at a fast pace |
Got little niggas moving too fast in these streets, like a drag race |
Kids losing their class mates, texting each other the emoji sad face |
We grew up fast |
Yeah, we would cut class to go cut sluts with a plump ass |
Now we got a son with the first one that let us fuck fast |
Much too young, we have become dads |
Much too young, we have become that in which we hate |
Nothing to anticipate |
The same shit, just a different date |
Primate, health feel like a handout |
So we like, bitch, we straight |
Pray for the children in my city that got diseases |
'Cause they poisoned the water and leave us with nobody to help, but Jesus |
So from Dayton Ave to Beecher |
To the east side to the Regency’s, I see you |
This one here for my people |
Come on |