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letra de turtle island (rockwilder remix) - david strickland

[verse 1]
see, i’m trapped inside a dead man’s paradise
streets full of parasites
criminal and thieves, k!llers feed off the savage night
poverty and greed got us deceived by the lavish life
cops who give a f-ck about a n-gga’s life
this ain’t nothin’ but a psychopath wonderland
deals done underhand
sh-t so cold, they sell they soul for a hundred grand
corruption is a new obsession
we wrap up blessings in a rubber band
the oppressions of the son in man
cascades of misery and violence
the casualties of war are now silencеd
the tribe egad movеs defiant
another chapter in the sons of zion
a gangster’s lullaby filled with gunshots and sirens
we on the last days of apocalypse
pipe bombs and hostages
p-ssy-whipped by goddesses
blind to what a profit is
the only piece we ever knew comes with a hollow tip
spade your highness tells you what the gossip is
eat the fruit

[chorus]
five-oh at the front door
they keep aiming at our mind, though
wise up, you better stay woke, yeah
and keep up with that time, though
’cause they keep on k!llin’ our whole vibe
they k!llin’ our whole vibe
they k!llin’ our whole vibe
babylon keep on k!llin’ our whole vibe
[verse 2]
kick in your door wavin’ the four-four
po-po, they loco, as if you don’t know
so cold, out to get you, the feds all are n-z-s
but you don’t get the picture like some dead paparazzis
this prophecy, ain’t no stoppin’ me, never cop a plea
so we’re spittin’ bars where gettin’ hard is the policy
who the top mc? hip-hop, the hypocrisy
i properly handle my business, master mockeries
get off of me, tryna control my animosity
they took the property like it was a game of monopoly
grand larcenies, atrocities, no apologies
they pray to win the lottery, i pray against poverty
it bothers me that the economy under our ez
so we use our sovereignty, who your blood in the arteries?
i bomb it comically, socrates philosophies
and hypotheses get divine how i be droppin’ these

[chorus]
five-oh at the front door
they keep aiming at our mind, though
wise up, you better stay woke, yeah
and keep up with that time, though
’cause they keep on k!llin’ our whole vibe
they k!llin’ our whole vibe
they k!llin’ our whole vibe
babylon keep on k!llin’ our whole vibe
[verse 3]
i can fill the streets bumblin’, the people’s tempers boilin’
sick from the bloodline of these so-called royal men
they only loyal to the soil that they spoil in
we trapped in the barbed wire, slowly uncoiling
these men drillin’ and k!llin’, no feelings, spillin’ hate
every treaty’s been broken, this a military state
deep in the concrete, you can feel the city breathin’
your breath gettin’ heavy ’cause the tension’s got you reachin’
you seein’ what i’m seein’ or you believin’ what they tell you?
i’m only speakin’ truth about the lies that they sell you
they got you on the cell like you trapped in a cell
gotta break out the spell to make it out of this h-ll
ain’t nothin’ new on the block, gettin’ shot by the cops
when the streets get hot, another body goes drop
now time don’t stop for no mans who keep it pushin’
and lift up your people, the serpent got you choosin’

- david strickland

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