Key: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
songs and a perspective
of Eminem and Tupac
And lives they walked,
views they witnessed,
and little kids outlined in chalk
Bank robberies and fucking babies
filled with diseases
Never will see the days
to hit school
or play at Reese's
All they know is medicine,
feeling weak with stomach shots
With the dresser behind
the front door,
no one's working so they
can't afford loss
Also no phone in their home,
when someone broke in
they couldn't call the cops
When does this negative shit stop?
Fuck props, I'm only spitting what's real
No money for starving countries,
no money for government armies
to teach you how to kill
Too many haters in the streets
that keep my anger tank on feel
And who gives rights away
and who's to say what
certain people hold still
I had a homie who lost his life
cause his wife wasn't being real
Everyday working trying
to keep a roof
and bring home a decent meal
Took little Reuben to have
a checkup
and came back with a thousand
dollar hospital bill
Come on Mr. Bush, let's be for real
And now we have some
sort of patriotic bullshit
to hype up our states
And use Bin Laden as an excuse
towards this one world order trade
We're the bank, study the dollars,
from white to blue collars
And witness the two burning twin towers
If it's not one thing,
it's another,
this world's not smiles and flowers
Are we here to rot in peace,
it's the only one to die
Holding my mom real tight,
telling her not to cry
we're thuggin' in these
fuckin' streets
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
to give a fuck about your peace
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
in these fuckin' streets
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
we give a fuck about your peace
we'll all be deceased
of these hypocrites,
media tricks
People always fuckin' dishing out lips
and load up the clip
Because us thuggy motherfuckers
won't put up with it
let's get our priorities straight
fuck the government's way
Have you seen the White House
hallways?
but kids have no place to stay
trying to make ends meet
So when the morning comes,
wake up, already feel sleepy
I put my faith in God,
but wanna come up see
being good makes more sense
what the fuck's a man to do?
Don't wonder why we're thuggin'
in these fuckin' streets
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
you give a fuck about your peace
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
in these fuckin' streets
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
you give a fuck about your peace
we'll all be deceased
be unstressed
I'm blessed in the west
under some crazy protest
but it's too hard to digest
Oppressor this mess,
mind all he does suggest
with this music profession
Here's your very first session
People giving the props
one to blast
Stop straight shots
No one gives a fuck or cares
But if a cop dies
All over the news and the mayor's there
Fools are always packing heat
This is a scandalous ass world
In the end it's just me
and let my life pass me by
and let these people know why
expressing every feeling I feel
Lord, that's on the rim
in these fuckin' streets
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
could give a fuck about your peace
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
in these fuckin' streets
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
could give a fuck about your peace
we'll all be deceased
we're thuggin' in these
fuckin' streets
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
could give a fuck about your peace
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
we're thuggin' in these
fuckin' streets
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
could give a fuck about your peace
we'll all be deceased
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