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Misconstrued Perception That The World May Find Our Mind

by @nickblockonelove

I smoke some green I lift my soul I don't give a fuck about that gold That was engrained Deep into earth *That our mother Left for us* To worship the stars But now it's 1500 or so What the fuck is that It's just a shiney metal That glistens in the sun These cats show it off to the moon They think that they're true *They think that a dollar Is all that they need to pursue When in reality They think a sort of misconstrue* Think of it like this You hide everything in the blue Somewhere deep in your mind call it just your point of the view Shake up the world *Separate from mankind You go and break through Get a million papers And now what should you go and do* **No offense to these cats My Friends I do not mean to offend I'm sorry if that is what I do Its just a word to describe I can tell you theres a difference** maybe add the letter A take out the E and the R and what do you have a salutation to you I know it does not offend Add the E and the R and now you change the game I figured i'd explain before you judge my next words But they just had to make me do Go and call them some niggers I just gotta stick to My specific point of view *For these people go and buy up Everything they don't need* Call it the gold and the diamonds All the fancy cars Lambo and porshs, Mercedes Benz Maybe the maybach Wait lemme change of the track Cus I fucking hate rick Ross, Rat? Now I bounce back *Huge fucking castles They always gotta buy* But what is the reason They go to Brazil South America France, Amsterdam They may buy American But that's just a hassle **Cus even the rich know We should say fuck you to Bank of America, oh and comerica I can't disclude all the others Fannie may and Freddie Mac Jp Morgan chase** You ruined all our lives Somehow at a ridiculously freaky pace You said we were safe Under this corporate structure But in reality *You just paid off the man To carry out your schemes Quote un quote unwritten scams* Look at the middle class Man where did they go You see my friends They have gone and disappeared But where do they hide You crazy theory man? *They reside in the suburbs The former white picket hustle A dream perceived as escape from the struggle* But in the end All these banks and these lenders Created a little trouble But my friends, by now You should be all aware Of the things that they've done To cause this despair **I won't go on about it I won't need to explain why** **Listen to me and speak with your mind For if you do It will stand the test of time** A wiseman named nas Once told me that He is a rapper I should say *He is one of the best That ever lived* You should give him a shot Illmatic is dope You should start from right there He speaks from his heart And that's how he got there back to the gold and the diamonds all these minerals that keep us down These other niggas Just talk about shit Bullshit and dope and money and gold *It's caused by the media Corporations, now let me go on* We listen to this shit Because of the dollar Somehow it got popular Now it's what we live under **20% is solid While the rest of it is shit** There's people hidden out there That are better than this **Support underground music Cus it's ten times better than what we currently have While what the man thinks is the best Now we can take back what's ours The sounds that we hear Promote your favorite artist** And then you will be in charge of everything that you hear It's all you can do Listen to me Buddha the kid Now reread and try to actually comprehend me
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nickblockonelove
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Published
Sep 24, 2013
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