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letra de problems of the public & fears of the private - crimson a.d. malice

cops k!ll us, copk!llas, our own people do the same
how you addin on numbers but you think you bringin’ change
maan you must really be insane
groupin’ em together but you know you bringin’ pain
leave a young boy slain, on iv
mother dropped on her knees
crying, you don’t care you on a crime spree
gotta smoke mo weed
you really wanna be, one of the top three
gangters, thugs, and lackies
never lackin’, always packin’
huntin crooked cops and busted ops
fix that crooked frame in the tilted shop, spin atop
the idea, that you could be way better than this right here
what is it you fear?
but listen
i felt alone for the longest
wasn’t that wrong to be honest
they just kinda my friends, only talkin’
i wasn’t ever stalked in
n0body i could turn to
everyone just felt like rubber burnt through
no scars to show but i was hurt too
look at myself and i don’t know what to think
i feel myself slippin’, motives goin’ down the d-mn sink
even so, i see the bottle and i never do drink
feel like razor sharp blades skatin’ ’round the thinnest ice rink
fallin’, trippin’, losin’ my mind
switching hobbies so fast, i never let them be mine
i think i been passed my prime
to myself that’s scary
even so you best beware me
cause i never let these thoughts ensnare me
i just hop on a snare beat
and defeat
these wack mc
that repeat
the same line
please, let father time keep his handle, no one else should claim his mantle
that’d put too much pressure on the breast pocket of ya flannel
we’re not worthy, undeserving
regurgitating, similar stuff you be sayin’
a new system need inauguratin’
let the youth control the nation
kinda tough when survival our only motivation
crooked cops’ll burgle us, show up to murder us
they murderas with authority
the mass majority, we treated like minority
protected in fraternities and sororities
notorious
really gotta strive ’til life is glorious
keep that gun to yoself
no matter fact
put that gun on the shelf
don’t aim at n0body else
you needa ask ’em for help
niche make it harder to change
you go through seasonal rain
it keeps on feedin’ the pain
i see you goin’ insane
you need assistance
as a youngin you switched over to mischief
this ain’t the life you deserve
but it ain’t up for return
it’s like a chemical burn
on ya hands
cause this wasn’t the plan
sadly, it is where you stand

- crimson a d malice

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