Hunger

They infecting my streets in unneeded directions
crossroads in our path drugs the intervention
hunger for more police want you they intentions
is prevention but they forgot to mention
when they beat you out your senses
when they had you repeatedly confess false pretenses
while you was bustin your ass climbin them project fences
fix a nation up with a fake fucking census
where's the senses with these project dimensions
they say a little patience can make you stronger
well my stomachs fuckin hurtin and i can't wait no longer
gun in my hand strapped with some glory
cops in my sights end of the story
50 shots in the chest remember sean bell's glory
death on his marriage while the cop radio says please don't bore me
sittin in my couch holdin my seat tight before they foreclose me
your goal is to provide but you divide and tell us to pick sides
when your initial goal is to fuck with our minds
how can i subside and watch this shit fuckin collide
if i pick a side then i pick my gun with u on the other side
beggin for mercy nigga are you ready to die
i've been sinnin since the beginnin but every beginnin ends with a lie
so how will i oblige
will he live or will he die?
should i even give a fuck so i can survive
or should i blast your ass for all uh mine
my brother was on a roller coaster and you let him derail
put his ass on medications so you could make the sale
i found in the paper with a letter in the mail
"we tried to get his heart back til we failed"
or did you just watch the minutes til he finally exhaled
i've never cried but when i saw my niggas face so pale
i wish i coulda killed a million to get him back to Mccail.





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