[Sadzak] More death No regrets More lies No one forgets Life has no meaning In this game that they play We have no voices But there is so much to say
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C'mon Let me spit some game to ya You gotta war on drugs, well, every other day a nigga's dyin' You showed yours, now let me show you mine Bring the
Shocka locka... [Cee-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art
call of Autumn all of them fallin' for the love of ballin' got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin inter century anthems based off inner
for fun When I be clutching my guns, bullets get stuck in they lungs Who that talking down on the compound, what they smoking on Mo City inner-circle
thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars Through the ink that I write in each bar Show the soul as we share our most inner thoughts '
pain Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim Call in Fergusons, ridin on the back of the train Televisions and this cocaine, got us insane We got to war,
spill my blood to make changes Look for a suicide note to explain this Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish Sounds insane, you're speaking my language... [Chorus] [Black Thought
"we left the people of israel with, one thought.. That they are not alone -- the people of new york, People of the united states of america Indeed
bald headed punk bitch} (Stroll to the banquet party) {Drank all they brew} (Then shot everybody) (They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) {Thought
bald headed punk, bitch Stroll to the banquet party Drank all they brew then shot everybody They set it up wrong created the ghetto And thought it wouldn't last long Thought
MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus 'Cause war
wonder through the air, on the song of a bird, the freshness of the morning air. A clear calling for our inner nature to awaken beyond our every day
every truncheon hit misguided the peoples army divided united stance amped out war dance what a ride inner thought of non violent rebellion outside dare
deep in his system to find nutrition for others Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew
of when it started, and ask yourself why But each thought deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry Fear feeds the derangement of the inner eye
