Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Universal Condition, artist - MazziDate of issue: 07.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Universal Condition |
| In my opinion. |
| Young generation, white, black, brown, whatever else it is |
| Are living at a time of extremist, a time of revolution |
| A time when there’s got to be a change |
| The people in power have misused it and now there has to be a change |
| So walk with me and see all that’s shown |
| On a block in a box, people call that home |
| Rich man walks by, lives blocks away |
| Got to get his weekly dosage of the rock’s today |
| Travel miles overseas see same by the thousands |
| Rags and cut trousers, shacks and mud houses |
| That’s home |
| Kids puttin' in child labor |
| Back home |
| Kids havin' kids, child labor |
| Parallel hell can I tell? |
| Well listen |
| War veterans with a couple limbs missin' |
| Wheel chair bound yellin', «The end is nearer!» |
| Same fear pump through CNN and Al Jazeera |
| This American dream is a surrogate thing |
| In traps inseminated |
| Detached and separated |
| In fact we segregated |
| With gats we educated |
| With raps we serenaded |
| The path is big and faded |
| (MURS) |
| The world is a ghetto and the hood is everywhere |
| New York streets to mid east desert air |
| (Killa Cali and everywhere in-between |
| Make you think this nightmare is the American dream) |
| We got the red team and the blue team the you scheme |
| Load clips, slap up knifes and do things |
| It’s routine |
| Same state of mind but new scene |
| Automatics held between they drawers and blue jeans |
| Bloodin' and Crippin' is like the war on religion |
| You see my homies love they hood with the utmost conviction |
| Wrap a rag around they face and shoot the first thing snitchin' |
| Like they decorated soldiers on a gang bang mission |
| Savage with no plan |
| To battle for Holy Land |
| Tattoos on their necks, face, arms and both hands |
| 5−0-4 to the 2−1-5 |
| They live by the sword just to die with their pride |
| 7−7-3 the home of gang homicide |
| Get shot with your cap cocked to the wrong side |
| Kill the youth kill the rumor keep some truth in the music |
| Otherwise we won’t live long enough to do shit |
| (MURS) |
| The world is a ghetto and the hood is everywhere |
| New York streets to mid east desert air |
| (Killa Cali and everywhere in-between |
| Make you think this nightmare is the American dream) |