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letra de when? - del surr

[verse 1:]

all i see are troubles, hardships
struggles, everything’s a predicament
the only way to go is self betterment
the only you got in this world is yourself
so pull your shit together
cause no one’s doing it, not even the next president
old cats standing their grounds
not getting out they’re claiming precedence
f-ck the people who run the government
they don’t give a shit to the ghetto residents
it’s dividing us, the dividends
no matter what day of the month, they’re busy makin ends
that’s why we live in gangsta’s paradise
cause the establishment is run by dangerous minds
can’t mess with the chinese they large in m-ss
shoot with them cannons and i ain’t talking photographs
you can hear my woes, expressed in paragraphs
my home is enslaved by foreign corporations
while the rest of the world is preoccupied with innovation
we’re babies, helpless in a territorial invasion
i’m a shoe fresh from the box in this land and state
of vultures and vampires, i brought and raised the stakes
sold my soul to the devil just to get rid of ’em
patriotism, shit i’m biggie smalls with the flag
i’m ready to die with it, let’s go!

[verse 2:]

batman in reverse, be extra careful at night
as they’re filling them arms, getting ready to ride
licensed to k!ll, lunatics and freaks, they’re certified
front like you push weights, you’re bonafide
that’s how they get away with homicide
if caught they never leave they homie’s side
filipinos, power and position now that’s a deadly combination
f-ck the best, names run the nation
mike tyson, my ears bleeding from your promises
i see the man as a mortal nemesis
i’ve been a cynical character since the genesis
counter terrorist with m4s ain’t saving hostages
they in it for the money and order of the generals
breaking your jaws and slapping your chin
calling you enemy cuz you don’t ditto with ’em
choose who you trust, some just wanna power trip
for what? over personal conflict, they want your lives
to be a war zone like they did to gaza strip
we crying, we the casualties of war
bullet holes on the roof remain a scar
drop bombs, mushroom clouds
we couldn’t even see a single star
all they do is terminate, like it’s some sort of healing
after the k!lling and looting, here they are blaming the victim
ask yourself dawg, will this ever stop? when?

- del surr

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