yeah i broke up with the streets
cause aint nothing sweet
about it i doubt it
many still in it for the love of it
but i aint happy
ever since i got separated from my pappy
how many idiots fall deadly to the riots
thats cause in silence violence
mass media coverage about us
but we aint they ones with our guns open
still hopin'
relyin' on the spiritual wages
of the church they been broke the curse is
everyday the struggle gets worse
v1
see how many victims left hurt
mentally shattered cuz they flirt
with confusion ensnared in a institution
we still lookin' for a solution
but you should know
blacks folks never appeared
to the Constitution
the only way to regain conscious
is a revolution
then reestablish my restitution
which then maybe be a black fusion
wake up my brothers n sisters
we kings n queens break the illusion
v2
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
yeah i broke up with the streets
cause aint nothing sweet
about it i doubt it
many still in it for the love of it
but i aint happy
ever since i got separated from my pappy
how many idiots fall deadly to the riots
thats cause in silence violence
mass media coverage about us
but we aint they ones with our guns open
still hopin'
relyin' on the spiritual wages
of the church they been broke the curse is
everyday the struggle gets worse
v1
see how many victims left hurt
mentally shattered cuz they flirt
with confusion ensnared in a institution
we still lookin' for a solution
but you should know
blacks folks never appeared
to the Constitution
the only way to regain conscious
is a revolution
then reestablish my restitution
which then maybe be a black fusion
wake up my brothers n sisters
we kings n queens break the illusion
v2
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