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letra de signs - crooked i

[intro: crooked i]
the block obama
mixtape for the streets
treacherous mafia
one-2

[one-2]
yeah
ya’namean, we all for change (oww)
yeah
as i approach the podium, these are my last words (yeah)
ya feel me
so put your fist in the air
c’mon
like that
yeah
one-2
crooked i
uh (obama)

[verse 1: one-2]
yeah
we pledge allegiance to a nation built on treason
they slaughtered the natives and started invading their regions
which is modern day america, imaginary freedom
i’m like maximus battlin’ caesar in the colosseum (yeah)
a rebel taking action and i’m lovin’ it
it’s a fact that aids was manufactured by the government (yeah)
mental slavery, just face it, it’s obvious
a country ran by corrupt corporations and lobbyists
the president’s a puppet (haha)
that’s the reason why kids on the street grow up wit the mentality like “f-ck it!”
father a life of crime wit no father to escort me
i just went to court and they threatenin’ to deport me
f-ck ronald reagan’s war on drugs
’cause nowadays oil is valued more than blood
in god we trust
fightin’ over religion and still occupying countries, colonialism
facin’ army’s equipped wit glock’s and shanks
little iraqi kids throwin’ rocks at tanks
all for the cheese, go out of our ways to get a slice
work 7 days, stuck in a maze like little mice
lost, payin’ the price with poverty, low in funds
society structured to keep you constantly on the run
the media be strivin’ to keep us dumb
so we don’t question the reason why there’s mostly minorities in the slums (yeah)
it’s a trap, we at war without preparation
they wanna see us sellin’ drugs out of desperation
revolutionary, the streets will remember me
these are my last words before they k!ll me like kennedy (what)
yeah
i said the streets will remember me
these are my last words before they k!ll me like kennedy (yeah)
[chorus: crooked i]
i know justice ain’t blind
b-tch want me doin’ time
’cause bein’ me is a crime
pay attention to the signs (watch the signs, n-gga)
(watch ’em)
i know justice ain’t blind
b-tch want me doin’ time (b-tch)
’cause bein’ me is a crime (d-mn)
pay attention to the signs

[verse 2: crooked i]
yeah
i love pac ’cause he was raised by some panthers
i was raised by some panthers too
tell me what the answers to
racism i face in america
that’s a cancer too
house n-ggas, who doin’ exactly what the massah do
f-ckin’ your own people, that’s genocidal
i’m homicidal
f-ck my rivals
i bust my rifle (blaow)
5-0, dead on arrival
there’s no survival
devils either penetrated the pages of the bible
home sweet home
n-gga, this modern day rome
as-salamu alayk-m, i was raised to say “shalom”
they create the division, the division lives in your dome
brainwashed with religion but the vision isn’t your own (oww)
uh
bush don’t like me, he say “f-ck crooked i”
but he comes from me, according to chromosome y
got a k!llers appetite ’cause the police be prejudice as albert pike
but f-ck ’em, i ain’t dyin’ without a fight
yeah
google these jewels i’m droppin’ so you can see
that the king alfred plan was meant to get rid of me
see i’m mad, i was a young kid on government cheese
now i’m in the upper tax bracket
payin’ the government cheese
hustlin’ weed while my older brother was f-ckin’ with ki’s
same people who said it was wrong, they hung us from trees
strange fruit
i bang truth
when i see a racist like babe ruth, i aim, shoot (what, blaow hahahaha)
and for what you did to shawn bell
hope you cops fry in h-ll
you can k!ll me as well (tell ’em)
say a prayer in the dark, put my hand over my heart
c.o.b. is my religion
’til death do us part
hahaha
yeah
say a prayer in the dark
hand over my heart, n-gga (yeah, n-gga)
[chorus]
i know justice ain’t blind (justice ain’t blind, n-gga)
b-tch want me doin’ time (she can see just fine)
’cause bein’ me is a crime (we from a m-th-f-ckin’ society…)
pay attention to the signs (where our skin is our detriment, n-gga)
(yeah)
i know justice ain’t blind (and i’m supposed to act like this sh-t ain’t goin’ on)
b-tch want me doin’ time (i’m not in the matrix, n-gga)
’cause bein’ me is a crime (i’m outside of the matrix)
pay attention to the signs (pay attention to the signs)

[outro: crooked i]
yeah, man
american me
i feel like the whole m-th-f-ckin’ country is stabbin’ me in the god d-mn back
this is just how i feel
hahahaha
they say the best education is self education, n-gga
know thy self
biatch
financial education comes in a close second
hahahahaha

- crooked i

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