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!!cKt8bKm1c6H 08/27/11(Sat)14:31 No.1380341>>1380337
But this money is ours, you can get a little back
You start putting in hours, you can widen the gap
But you can see it in the towers standing next to the squatters who be wanderin' the city in search of a job offer
The
first generation in the us of a to get paid less wage than the ones who
came before the wicked waged war in a desert terrain 24 short bars
couldn't measure the pain so now i greet the neighbor daily he's on his
porch smokin' overhead thunderclouds move in slow motion, came across an
ocean in hope of some better days, expatriated citizens of third world
decay, where children translate for their parents sake in a landscape
where the working class can't escape, these languages twisted, tounges
get unraveled, can't understand each other in this modern day babel, now
we trying to get a piece of what the city broke down, barely claming
family but quick to claim the town recognize its serious but ain't
afraid to clown, trained for confrontation there's no other way around,
these sacred ground desecrators, they tried to decimate us they hit the
ballot like the mayor's gonna save us and it pains me to say this but
pain is what made this, it's gonna take more than just some rain to
change this
>>1380339
You know its me but you still couldn't catch us, manuever on the mic or loss
heads like John the Baptist
When I rap this whack MC's feel the rapture
Others fugitive style your brains couldn't capture
Ever since the beginning of time
Let there be light
That's the first day, I wrote my first rhyme
I'm still writin', I seen you lookin' at 'em, but don't even think about
bitin'
Forbidden poetry is a life
Dig these, your ass couldn't hide from me with fig leaves.. |
