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letra de untitled lines 4 - asyere

[intro:]
rest up mac

[verse 1:]
why do we build more prisons than education systems?
kids go from elementary to penitentiary in a heart beat
they can’t even speak, not free to speak, no freedom of speech
yet we don’t even teach the right things
not free to speak their peace from out their minds
let me give you a piece of mine insecurities got you blind
can’t even read and write so you can’t apply for a nine to five
and in time you will find that jobs are harder to find
so you turn to flipping selling dimes, kids going down for petty crimes
get out can’t stick a job, so you know that they steal and rob
anything to survive yet they die, morals weaker than pride
but who the f-ck am i to judge the size of ones heart? they lied from the start
so f-ck your religion and f-ck the system something’s really missing
why they dismissing these children that won’t even listen?
take some prescription get blurred vision
drugs demonstrating deep dependency when they enlisted
into the cycle, going off the cliff and they eyes closed while they glisten
and they smile, lids and their minds gone
somebody please peal their blindfolds i think their eyes sewed
can’t see their smile under the pile of broken lost souls
someday please pull they blindfolds i they they eyes sewed
can’t see their smiles under the piles of broken lost souls

[verse 2:]
you don’t know my pain, you don’t know the thoughts in my brain
lost in my brain you don’t know the powers in my veins
this life’s insane it’s so deranged, in the thoughts of lost kids on a strayed way
of the strange train, on the way down on the wrong path in the wrong lane
but i could change this sh-t for the long run in the wrong sp-ce huh?
ain’t buying chains for the cons guns and the cons pay
i’ll go redo the concrete in a cons face take the cops funds make them all pay
percentage tax fees start a christian movement make it all wait wait…
i could change this sh-t for the long run in the wrong sp-ce
ain’t buying chains for the cons guns and the cons pay
i’ll go redo the concrete in a cons face take the cops funds make them all pay
percentage tax fees start a christian movement make it all fake
then i’ll go, take my congs pay make them buy faith
dehydrate, holy water drying up baptized in that vod-ka
just like they all fake show cosm face cosmetics foes
die a slow death while checking into the frauds bank
internal revenue debt garnished wages and life savings
for god’s sake, why we all chasing checks as if they buy grace
credit card schemes make you believe that you got pay-per
but uncle sam can’t save her or save him, all them take take in untied states
with high rates, yet in the u.k. they don’t pay for their health care
here in america no one else cares but this the great states
with the great lakes, two faced, democrat republican
funny this ain’t about race? forever prisoner, lost son of the lost slaves

- asyere

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