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letra de city of god - impolite $ociety

verse 1: [kala ra]

souls- blowin in the breeze
while this industry’s
keepin minds idle- buildin suicidal tendencies
weepin’ moms-cry to god- trynna tend to three-
babies- still workin jobs- nine to five, ten to three
lately we’ll, rob and steal- for expensive needs
twistin trees- broken hearts- don’t heal
like no injury
the cold- in the streets, pr-ck you like pins and needles
though we repent- we still payin for our sins and deeds
so we pray for change- now when you talkin to the youth
lies seem commonplace- the truth may be strange
i’m trynna break my chains- feel like abel facin cain
wish my brothers stop k!llin each other
and embrace the pain
and take back yo name- i saw the other side
my mother died- and both my parents was on crack cocaine
all that sh-t was not in vain
don’t remain hypnotized
be livin proof- we can rise- and be god again

chorus: [kala ra]
tears in my eyes-
made it hard to see clear = plus the
fear was inside
revolution is here- it appeared in disguise
really ain’t no limit between here and the skies
if we’ll realize – got
tears in my eyes-
made it hard to see clear = plus the
fear was inside
revolution is here- it appeared in disguise
really ain’t no limit between here and the skies
if we choose the rise

verse 2: [kala ra]
i swear our children need a hug
money weed and slugs
death- s-x and drugs
crucified- and barely see the judge
how did we adjust
n-ggas dyin- that ain’t stressin us
dig another grave
i guess thats what slaves destined for
then some people say maybe its god testin us
goin thru the worst it can only brng out the best in us
i be froze when we say we the chosen few
how you know god aiint choose the rest of us
we blessed or what? –
right now i’m restn up
i got long journeys ahead o me
strong- stern and i’m dedicated
when we was smokin that strong-
burnin that medicated
we would build on how n-ggas need
to learn and get educated
just to make it-
them leaders know knowledge is next to sacred
tried to leave wit ya shirt on
and they left you naked
so i learned that its best to take it
slow – and use what you know to grow
cuz they estimatin the moves and we check mated

chorus

verse 3 [elee x]
(question…)
what’s an honest living when nothing is sacred and morals are nonexistent?
i ain’t robbin hood(s)
i rob rich kids and break bread with those in my position
i’m probably tripping
cause sh-t, honestly i’m kinda twisted
pondering the consequences of my contradictions
i laugh…
it’s funny how like minds change
…mines was always kinda different
when i’m gone…
i jus wanna be remembered
so i write on walls like hieroglyphics
and talk my sh-t on wax
…but not enough of y’all be listening
and all the lil sh-t y’all say real sh-t
…we find it not convincing
but it’s cool g
cause i could p-wn my wrist and be like shut up ho!
and y’all scared of the hood, but i be e’y-f-ckin-where like what up folks?
what up lord? what up moe?
and yea, i could bargain for the low
i’m jus tryna raise these shorties higher
and see my lil gardens grow
while you still paying bills…
i’ll be selling my excess
by the end of tonight i could make more than you can expect in yo next check
so naw, i ain’t no broke bitter rapper
i’m a bitter, ballin’ -ss mc
shaking garbage bags til they empty
break it all down like we gentry, get me

chorus:

verse 4 [elee x]
…thought i caught rahm slipping
quick to fl!ck my sh-t off safety
said to myself
“self, this muhfugga stupid…”
then he faced me
maybe i said that sh-t out loud
cause ol’ boy was lookin at me crazy
first thought was beat the b-tch up
mossied off gracefully
new years day, 1804 back in haiti
my mental drifts like continental shifts
pushed my pistol back in my pendleton
no incidents, coincidentally…
i was strolling down memory lane
scrolling through some pictures when…
i saw my guys posing w/ rahm
like, ain’t this some sh-t?
all that work for nothing…?
f-ck it, we keep it moving like itinerants
…like minds change
…mines was always kinda different
shining in the distance
like an unwilling star
rock boys, sans drums and guitars…
we’ve come really far, alhamdulillah

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