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Hurt Process The Reading Into It

how can you still breathe the air that I breathe Knowing the heartache that you are responsible for And I erase everything I've known and I try to smile, and it

would have turned into a drumstick And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow. I understood. It doesn't

the product of genocide and slavery Everything in the ghetto was how it was made to be Designed in a process, Prison Industrial Complex Niggaz transformed into

would have turned into a drumstick And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cause I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow. I understood. It doesn'

your intellect The punchline is there's no punchline, but you don't get it yet Here to set it straight and maybe get it off my chest Could never read

the product of genocide and slavery Everything in the ghetto was how it was made to be Designed in a process, Prison Industrial Complex Niggaz transformed into