xtavie
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We look to the sky,
We spit every rhyme,
We spend every dime,
On this crap that's pollutin' our minds,
All it does it remind,
Us of how far we have fallen,
Mass murderers from Hitler to Stalin,
It's like a spread of this corruptin' pollen,
Fills your mind with these thoughts of never stoppin',
Till' your hearts not beatin and you layin' in a coffin,
Six feet under with no chance of comin' back,
Now tell me how your stacks are gonna help with that,
Like Frank Lucas was helped by his crack,
Like Ben Johnson was helped by the track,
Like Biggie and 'Pac were helped when they spat,
Only to end up in a place in which that,
You could never imagine,
In a screwed-up society in which our president is hated by the clansmen,
In which there even exists a clansman,
In which even the worst of men can fall within,
The cracks and in a year can be home playin' his violin,
And in a year can be molesting another child,
Raping another woman with his face glued into a smile,
Killing another man and feeling forever beguiled,
Never feelin' remorse or despair,
He could go atop the tallest building and declare,
The wrongs he's done and will continue to do without shedding a tear,
And in another year, the truth is, no one would care.
What do you guys think?
We spit every rhyme,
We spend every dime,
On this crap that's pollutin' our minds,
All it does it remind,
Us of how far we have fallen,
Mass murderers from Hitler to Stalin,
It's like a spread of this corruptin' pollen,
Fills your mind with these thoughts of never stoppin',
Till' your hearts not beatin and you layin' in a coffin,
Six feet under with no chance of comin' back,
Now tell me how your stacks are gonna help with that,
Like Frank Lucas was helped by his crack,
Like Ben Johnson was helped by the track,
Like Biggie and 'Pac were helped when they spat,
Only to end up in a place in which that,
You could never imagine,
In a screwed-up society in which our president is hated by the clansmen,
In which there even exists a clansman,
In which even the worst of men can fall within,
The cracks and in a year can be home playin' his violin,
And in a year can be molesting another child,
Raping another woman with his face glued into a smile,
Killing another man and feeling forever beguiled,
Never feelin' remorse or despair,
He could go atop the tallest building and declare,
The wrongs he's done and will continue to do without shedding a tear,
And in another year, the truth is, no one would care.
What do you guys think?
