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letra de ejection - r.u.i.n.

(verse 1)
“we don’t smoke, or drink, or swear, we’re pure to the core.” /
“oh sh-t we forgot our smokes at the liquor store” /
yo, all i see are gluttons/ puffing/ till it hurts their stomach/
thinking that this life is worth nothing/
they’re ignoring the ancient prophetic words of rage spoken/
now all h-ll has been let loose, and satan’s cage opened/
but he’s got nothing to chase cause all of them run to him/
and he’ll lead them by apathy to places that are dim/
to where you can shop/ till you drop/ and listen to your christian pop/
where you can be a blackman and still be a w.a.s.p./
you can tell me to stop/ but truth is the consumer creed from
the cindys to the sams/ is “i shop therefore i am” /
the tight rope you walk will snap back like a rubber band/
and the right hope you mock will rap back like a mother mad/
hating the west/ maybe a global trend/
but you don’t have to stress/ their already dead/

(hook) (x2)
there’s a difference between running the block and running on the block/
i know, i’ve done’em both, i’ve done’em a lot so/
i’m gonna tell ya what you oughta hear, not what you wanna hear/
if we continue how we’re living, i gotta get outta here/

(verse 2)
you arrange yourself around a tv in high def./
and because of it your mind has a short depth/
but it keeps us safe, and secure, and idle/
in the ancient days we would have called you an idol/
you desensitize us to the vile/ if i ripped up
the floor tile by tile/ i’d find dead rotting bodies/
of those who missed the sign posts and lived in denial/
k!lling themselves so they could buy an audi/ all the while/
reality is a blood trench slaughterhouse/ it’s tripping me out/
but in your fantasy it’s a nice mickey mouse/
then when your people’s/ kids plan/ with illegal/ contraband/
your tiny world wasn’t just rocked; your world was avalanched/
yo you go to war, and your kids act like you but
you’re keeping it musical/ with the seussical/
cause horton hears a who/ to k!ll them all/
because a victim is a victim no matter how small/

(hook) (x2)

(verse 3)
yo, truth, runs my mind, like god runs the earth/ it gives
and takes away then i ask what i’m worth/ and he
humbles me in the sight of all this/ cause he
can turn a city into a necropolis/ but the
meaning of this next line you’ll learn is encrypted/ you can’t
sit on the fence sign cause god burned the bridge with it/
cause mostof my old friends say ‘f-ck the world’ but make love to it/
and in their stupidity, they all choose to succ-mb to it/
in my critique of suburbia/ i know that the hood is in a hurry ta/
be just as bad and it worries our/
consumer society that buys magazines/
with celebrities who smile but like you die in agony/
pleasure- not pain- is the death knell of meaning/
a measure of how you live your life is your pace of breathing/
cause if you breath quickly, so anxiously/
you’re too close to death’s kiss, when it just aches to be/

(hook) (x2)

- r u i n

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