| Yeah, through the sirens, the lights is blinding
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| Battle cries sound off, warriors dying
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| Last call at the bar for snakes and tyrants
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| Hands up, that’s a massacre the cops kept firing
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| Run amok, keep y’all eternally crying
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| Fed up, place red stains on global giants
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| The brain of an Orson Welles
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| Stuck in a masterpiece, Citizen Kane’s personal hell
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| It’s done, and it’s hot where them hustlers dwell
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| And the air bears the stench of a corpse’s smell
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| Homie down on his luck one foot in the jail
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| And he down to his last with a quarter to sell
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| This right here, world premiere of the last days
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| The final paragraphs to the book’s last page
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| You could feel it coming, no running away
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| Let’s get free or let’s get paid
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| Same shit different day
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| The cornerstone to where I lay
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| It’s shattered glass and crack bags where they play
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| And scattered ass is passed in ridiculous ways
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| These cats Chef like they Isaac Hayes
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| Parallel to the grave
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| Stuck in the game with no rules
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| And we screaming for some water and some edible food
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| Man I’m right there, rabbit ears, nothing to lose
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| This is what you ain’t learning in school
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| I’m trying to tell you it’s hard
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| A loaf of bread, milk and eggs, stick of butter man
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| Somebody’s mother lies dead in the gutter
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| Sheriff down by them heads, talking that Gullah
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| Tell the kids don’t look under those covers, man
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| Check it out
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| A child is born, his mother is gone
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| He in the middle of it literally, tussling strong
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| For his life, the tide high in the eye of the storm
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| A mannish boy arrive and the riot is on
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| With no spare time to try to respond
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| Or prepare times, it’s hard not becoming a headline
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| Or praying in the night when it’s bedtime
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| Or laying your head down
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| Cuz you already know what it is now
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| You know a lot of leaders ain’t honest
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| And they can’t keep a promise
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| And I hate to speak about it but it’s all freakanomics
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| Cramped and proud of it, you amped and you rowdy
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| Treading water trying to lift up your head without drowning
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| This type of shit can make your heart stop pounding
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| But you pushing for the top, too scared to stop
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| Now it gets deep, bodies are floating around in the streets
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| Lot of people who won’t even be around in a week
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| Man, get the operation gone, what y’all waiting on?
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| We been patient, y’all mo’fuckas taking long
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| The television getting all the information wrong
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| Doing how they do it getting they mis-education on
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| They already late
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| Somebody been was 'posed to regulate
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| Instead of wait before they let the levee break
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| You try running from the truth but it’s giving chase
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| I got to ask myself, yo, is any nigga safe? |