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letra de head on (a swivel) - kevin anglade

news clip #4: when you lock a certain population which is black males out of society and inclusion and opportunities, then they’re going to explode!
intro (the devil): sometimes…you just…you just gotta shoot first and ask questions later, you know?
news clip #5: what’s happening here is not normal and i don’t want anyone for any minute to begin to normalize this and say oh, this is just what happens here in philadelphia, that is not true. what’s happening and what’s happened, is unacceptable
verse: riding with my n-ggas with a tank on e/riding in a stolie as we smoking up a tree/riding in an ac with a chopper in the back as we finish up a sack so we feeling like we free/bout to hit a l!ck so it’s time to turn it up/posed to be the driver but i’m sipping form this cup/bout to do a crime with a chance of doing time/whether win, lose, or draw/i am no longer a pup/now we heading west where we coast, just corrupt/energy is flowing, we about to erupt/listening to durk, cause we bout to do this work, but it ended with an ad/k!lled our vibe, interrupt/understand my logic, i don’t like to be disrupt/switch at any moment from the sign of an opponent/clutch it when you own it/heat up in the zone, release at the light/gotta shoot to be abrupt/drove into the lot but we staking out the store/me, trey and two n-ggas, so that made four/rain started pouring when the sixers started scoring then the manager was snoring and we kicked down the door/gotta grab the cash so we tryna be fast/the last shall be first/first shall be last/emptied out the register/currency was vast/d-mn i did a crime i thought, leave it in the past/thinking bout my pops, running from the cops, holding up our props/this was just a blast/haven’t seen the opps, see em’, make em’ drop/hit em’ make em’ flop like a pick up in the draft/clean em’ with a mop, when we let it pop, shake em’ with a bop/working on our craft/gotta set up shop, tryna be on top/money gettin’ h-lla large, call it william taft/back in the ac as we riding to the hood/it’s the first l!ck, best believe we feeling good/prolly too excited but we happy that we could/got it all done while the homie on the run, got a gun just for fun plan to use it if we should/started going through the bags to see just what we got/all of a sudden air was ringing out with shots/had to sober up, getting cold like a bot, it was hot from a plot/this was war, no ma’at/plus we in a drop top, took it to the chop shop, this was just a hot stop, you can say its nonstop just a one stop shop/give us all they got/hit us on the side, messing with our pride, plus nowhere to hide, it was life or death/pimping on our ride, hating was implied, caused the great divide, tragedy, macbeth/gotta k!ll em’ all just to make it out alive/tryna wet em’ up like a swimmer’s nose dive/all us have-nots wanted nothing but to thrive/make you shuck and jive like a record, call it clive/put us on the news, see the blues from our hue, this ain’t new, nor its true, got them views, its contrived/nothing but a zoo with my crew gotta do what we do, from a pew, see the flu, got the hives/started shooting back, hit em’ with the mac, guess i had a knack/i knew how to ball/tryna make em’ quack, going for a hack/take it to the rack hit em’ hard til’ they fall/tryna end a life bout to cut em’ with a knife for a trife made from strife, such is life/that is all/we was moving fast just a cast in a caste, had us gassed, cut us down, keep it short, no more tall/trey was leaking from his neck, he was ’bout to die/water filled my eyes can’t believe i’m ’bout to cry/had to wipe em’ up good, wouldn’t stop til’ they dried/looked in disbelief cause it happened to my guy/all of a sudden seen my brother going bye/as the blood spilled, trey took a final sigh/in that very moment seen our plan go awry/life that day forever changed, i’m living out a lie!

- kevin anglade

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