Tuesday, 6 March 2012

my word

Amongst different nationalities
And through spoken generalities
My flows so money
I can turn my raps into a salary
Plus I’m getting paid in bags of weed like Ali G
But fuck paying tax
I want to keeps my stacks fat
Why do we give away half our cash from the get go
That’s like me cooking up the waffle
And you eating have my Eggo
Let go son it’s not on you
It’s all our problems
The governments a charade
I’m getting copped
While they do the robbing
Try to stop them
They’ll keep you quiet
What are we going to do?
Goddamn, let’s start a riot
A peaceful one in the streets
With a couple signs
Take the day off work
Join hands repeat the lines

Imagine living a life
With no war
No more corruption in the streets
No more Sodom and Gamor
A ball and chains a representative
Of my life’s metaphor

There’s no progressing
Cause the government keeps using weapons
Of mass destruction
To teach us all lessons
Against our voices
We speak up
But were still ignored son
So they storm in
With bottles of mace
And billy clubs
While were sitting there singing
All we really want is love
That’s no harm done
We’re holding flowers in our hands
Protesting the man

And this shits been instilled
Since the don of uncle Sam
But if you try to tell me
That this is what democracy looks like
While the governments running the streets
Just as corrupt as Suge Knight
Police are the biggest gang
And their on a payroll
Shouting off the streets bitch
Move your ass like J-Lo
But threats only stress
That this worlds in a mess
While the rest of the protesters
Are getting thrown by their dress
But we keep on singing

Imagine living a life
With no war
No more corruption in the streets
No more Sodom and Gamor
A ball and chains a representative
Of my life’s metaphor

By the end of the night
The streets all up in ruins
Men and women
Been shot at
Children’s visions been ruined
And as the paddy-wagon
Comes to take the innocent away
Bodies on the ground
Of the abused still lay
And all of this just to have a say
But hey, you claim that money doesn’t make you
Than how come if we take a stand
We could break you
We hate you!!
And all of this just to have a word
But we’ll keep on fighting
Because we’re entitles to our word
And that’s my word
peace

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