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letra de innocent criminals - pat's justice

they say the 60s we’re crazy but the 80s were worse crack f-cked blacks and gave birth to a curse moons bright skies misty i know my future because i know my history my is life predicted by a gypsy murder she wrote at the end of story the streets get me that’s why i live quickly and always keep my pistol with me ghetto prisoner i won’t stop fighting till i’m free live in a city of fallen angels where these n-gg-s ain’t scared to bleed if money is the root to all evil then greed is the seed this ain’t livin we taking because n-body giving america is a rich man’s vision but a poor man’s prison so don’t expect these politicians to give us a pot to p-ss in preacher man stop preaching because n-gg-s ain’t gonna listen folks lost hope and stop trying life a b-tch from the start that’s why you come out your mama crying and the world is dying the people gon mad i take a sh-t on the white house and wipe my -ss with the flag when will the evil end there’s too many browns and blacks in the system victim of illegal sin in quart praying for mercy when condemned by evil men there ain’t no love in the heart of the city if there’s a god where is he my homies dying over 100s and 50s watch your back sip yack and -n-lyze the situation ain’t a person alive today knowing the monsters we facing they crucified jesus sold marcus garvey‘s for rice shot malcolm x in the chest gave nelson mandela life poc died at 25 biggie died a year younger all my life been broke i’ve been motivated by my hunger told my mama burry me with a 357 just in case god trippin i don’t get into heaven if you send me to h-ll then oh well because i just did 18 years in the ghetto as a black male end it can’t get harder than that i’ve had a lot of pain in my heart that’s why i started to wrap see the other brothers will make you dance but just this will make you think you saving up for a bentley i’m saving up for tank that’s just a mindset of a soldier sh-t is crazy all the way i see it is we are no longer slaves but we’re still not free until i don’t have to k!ll and still from my own folks tattooed across my soul all the words as a spoke who the f-ck y’all gone call when i break all the laws on behalf of every innocent criminals

- pats justice

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