Post by dubse7en on Sept 23, 2015 21:33:15 GMT -8
Rest in a para(dice) where peace is a gamble of 7-11. Where bullets rain and choppers fly with spotlights and pop out of car trunks to spray the nearest body. Where counting is a hobby and the money stacks just as fast as the bodies.
Rest in peace to lives that never got a chance to live.
The products of a system that snatches the souls from the wombs of black holes, celestial children...Strapped to the tails of falling stars. Hood heroes with designer capes made legend by their ability to escape a condition of poverty...yet they still remain in the hood. These children of the sun that keep their piece to disrupt your peace because too much heat is good for no one.
Young souls lost to a system designed by death.
Buried in fenced in concrete cages and locked in boxes 6 feet deep,
And placed on memorial Ts to remember lost lives and hoping for dead spirits to be free. And to have club parties and pour henny and remy for the homies and drink 40s for the memories, or what's left of them,
After long nights of poppin pills and poppin guns for fun.
It's the nigga activity that penetrates the negativity that birth dead sons
Born in a world where it seems death is the only option to live. A world where dreams only exist to be interrupted by sirens, extra tight handcuffs, and cold back seats. And placed on a stand to raise your right hand
And be tried by a jury of the elite.
A world where black bodies get dumped in black body bags, cut open and transported with no organs...and black males are dangerous on the streets and in hoodies and in groups. Hands up for those that protect and serve. Please don't shoot.
And the reality of this black misery is either we're a product of the system or a victim of the streets. Either we're killing each other or we're being killed by the police...
Land of the free they said,
Home of the dead they meant.
America the beautiful, where freedom is puppeteer'd by the government. One nation under God...in God we trust...even when genocide is the motive and the laws unjust.
Forever wounded by the gun of justice...triggering dead souls from it's clip. Death to the system...and anybody that supports it.
Rest in peace to lives that never got a chance to live.
The products of a system that snatches the souls from the wombs of black holes, celestial children...Strapped to the tails of falling stars. Hood heroes with designer capes made legend by their ability to escape a condition of poverty...yet they still remain in the hood. These children of the sun that keep their piece to disrupt your peace because too much heat is good for no one.
Young souls lost to a system designed by death.
Buried in fenced in concrete cages and locked in boxes 6 feet deep,
And placed on memorial Ts to remember lost lives and hoping for dead spirits to be free. And to have club parties and pour henny and remy for the homies and drink 40s for the memories, or what's left of them,
After long nights of poppin pills and poppin guns for fun.
It's the nigga activity that penetrates the negativity that birth dead sons
Born in a world where it seems death is the only option to live. A world where dreams only exist to be interrupted by sirens, extra tight handcuffs, and cold back seats. And placed on a stand to raise your right hand
And be tried by a jury of the elite.
A world where black bodies get dumped in black body bags, cut open and transported with no organs...and black males are dangerous on the streets and in hoodies and in groups. Hands up for those that protect and serve. Please don't shoot.
And the reality of this black misery is either we're a product of the system or a victim of the streets. Either we're killing each other or we're being killed by the police...
Land of the free they said,
Home of the dead they meant.
America the beautiful, where freedom is puppeteer'd by the government. One nation under God...in God we trust...even when genocide is the motive and the laws unjust.
Forever wounded by the gun of justice...triggering dead souls from it's clip. Death to the system...and anybody that supports it.
