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Come Up Poem:
Poem: Less fortunate streets selling nuggets to satisfy our appetite
We're hooked like a cactus when posses the Peyote
No complaints linger in our minds 'cause it won't effect the pay
We feed the fiends their dinner after we ignite the Pyrex
They fight like Hyenas when they run short to get the rest
Diesel in a dirty needle penetrate the arms of the conscience that desperately need help
Every shot they take is like they're slaves to the belt
Destroying their appearance, their life span is starting to melt
Oxycontin is exchanged for oxygen we need to slang it to live
Thinking that this is the only way that we could get a mil
The schweppervescent bubbly ghetto essence stays within us, we embrace it like napalm
My people continue to be slaves to the streets, our lives ain't solemn
To them as they continue to treat us like slaves while they refuse to dig deeper in our history school books
They know exactly where we came from, they want us to stay being crooks
They'll know it'll relinquish us from the shackles if we find out where we derive
from, they don't want us to rise, while they try to disguise
the Parables written in Papyrus
In the language of Hieroglyphs, they don't want us to be kings like Osiris and Isis way
Knowledge is power, the more we know, the fragile the shackles will be
Jingo is our middle name when the chains break free
we'll never plea the fifth, we cry for war, having them weak on their knees
When their pupils turn into the vision of Ezekiel's
As the battlefield weaken when we storm through it like a warlike vehicle
Vowing next time that a soul possessed by the badge penetrate us from bullets, the new age of whips
Kill us cold blooded, they won't be the only one's that'll have empty clips
As the less fortunate streets become fortunate when precious blood flows like the currency of an uproar ocean
From war, it''ll sure stop the flow of the police brutality commotion
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Poem: Less fortunate streets selling nuggets to satisfy our appetite
We're hooked like a cactus when posses the Peyote
No complaints linger in our minds 'cause it won't effect the pay
We feed the fiends their dinner after we ignite the Pyrex
They fight like Hyenas when they run short to get the rest
Diesel in a dirty needle penetrate the arms of the conscience that desperately need help
Every shot they take is like they're slaves to the belt
Destroying their appearance, their life span is starting to melt
Oxycontin is exchanged for oxygen we need to slang it to live
Thinking that this is the only way that we could get a mil
The schweppervescent bubbly ghetto essence stays within us, we embrace it like napalm
My people continue to be slaves to the streets, our lives ain't solemn
To them as they continue to treat us like slaves while they refuse to dig deeper in our history school books
They know exactly where we came from, they want us to stay being crooks
They'll know it'll relinquish us from the shackles if we find out where we derive
from, they don't want us to rise, while they try to disguise
the Parables written in Papyrus
In the language of Hieroglyphs, they don't want us to be kings like Osiris and Isis way
Knowledge is power, the more we know, the fragile the shackles will be
Jingo is our middle name when the chains break free
we'll never plea the fifth, we cry for war, having them weak on their knees
When their pupils turn into the vision of Ezekiel's
As the battlefield weaken when we storm through it like a warlike vehicle
Vowing next time that a soul possessed by the badge penetrate us from bullets, the new age of whips
Kill us cold blooded, they won't be the only one's that'll have empty clips
As the less fortunate streets become fortunate when precious blood flows like the currency of an uproar ocean
From war, it''ll sure stop the flow of the police brutality commotion