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Song Lyrics:

Dying in bed, I hear the devil is calling Am I Going to hell, I feel the devil is pulling I Could Have Quit that liquor Could have Quit them drugs I could have Paid that Hooker, than killing Her cold blood My Papa is dead, My Mama is dead My parents are buried, Fuck it! Brother is cursed If my thoughts were a Crime I should be locked in a cell Decompose in a cell I should be Rotting in Jail Valtures and Killers, I’m talking Violence and Dealers I see them Bodies and Murders, I’m talking Niggers and killers Beat up your Mama and Then I Murder your lover I’ll be watching them suffer, don’t ever call me your brother My Rap is a sickness, You taking kindness for weakness I’m Born in a system, I wanna watch it Burn We the Victims of Trauma and we dying in silences All we thinking is violence, it’s like a 9 with a silence Supplying the drug like it was sent from above Manufacture the virus, so they can give you the drug Always razing the taxes so you can always work hard You like a victim of science, My nigger try to keep up Money and power, sounding sweet but Sour Only take em second, but it will take you an hour They controlling the system and you are always a victim You will always have money but Nigga Never get Power The Devil is creeping, The Grim is ripping Religion is weak coz you will always seek You be in so deep, cos you be drowning debt Always follow your culture, you’ll never live to regret K.K.K…………. I’m killing all of you niggers Dripping swag, I’m dripping blood on me nigga You fresh till death, but you are dead to me nigga Call Me Lord, but I’m a God to you Nigga Sigmund Frued , Call him Sick man fraud My Mind is Pure but they create an elusion Education is power, but learning shit from abroad Education is broad, but why they changing the laws Fathers and Brothers, molesting daughters and sisters Call That power of weakness, ventured thought are the deepest Its like the power of addiction, devastating precision I’m the future resistance, taking notes from a distance Crime with pleasure, A poor man’s leisure Time and Pleasure, its A rich man’s treasure Whenever, wherever, I face Economic Pressure It will never get better instead its getting more harder Fuck-Em, Fuck-Em, Fuck-Em, one by one ima drop them See them ima pop them, Red dots, Polka Pot them Bridges never cross them, Masters of Distraction Human evolution has become a self-distraction Heaven has an angel, Hell has an angel Before the Devil was the Devil, He was an Angel Brothers kill each other like Cain an Abel You say you love yourself but hating Your neighbour So Raw, Feeling like my heart is not pure Praying till my knees get sour Imma tell it straight No More, Coz This is war

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