letra de chess not checkers - thaindividuals
grew up living inna city with low crime
the cops were the opps the whole time
f-ck em
they pull you over when you show no signs of defiance
i’m bouta blow they f-ckin mind
buck em
the planet’s a safer place when they’re dead or lost
so i fl!ck a finger before i let it off
f-ck you
supposed to protect and serve
not neglect and desert
i watch em lie to ya face
how could i trust you?
why you got your knee on his neck you already cuffed him
punk police ain’t protectin nothing
system is failing, i ring the bell
until the people prevailing i’m in your side
whether you sinking or sailing
and if this fight takes my life i’m not even caring
standing face to face with god patiently even karen’s
in the midst of chaos i see the clearest
but i’m not tryna fight the p-wns
i’d rather get the bishops rooks and knights gone
the fights long
won’t be over when the nights gone
enlighten more people with my songs
i left the lights on
like lightning only seen for a second but still the strikes strong
fight on
remember the people got the power
reparations separation
seems the only way up outta
a victim to the system just so they can make a dollar
if we all led by ourselves then n0body would have to follow
a tough pill to swallow
no harder than henny bottles
i’m down for the mission
godspeed full throttle
swinging swords got that honzo steel
this sh-t rip thru ya ribs now how that honzo feel for real
i get ill but i dont pop no pills
they wish they could get it like me but can’t cop those deals
i’m still living with my parents i ain’t got no wheels
i will do what i gotta
even if i gotta k!ll i spill blood on the page
still gotta face the consequence from drunken rage
we was in the same book but on some other page
i tuck away we just rise and set for another day
u just a punk rock beezy get slumped all easy
hustling in high school had the lunchbox skeezy
you wife’in up that hoe when i’m the one who made her freaky
you could, hide all you want, just know one day u gotta see me
lames f-ckin’ on my old b-tch
that’s right you tryna be me
we keep sh-t locked and loaded, spray the blower like graffiti
i’m good in my hood holla at me cop a cd
just dont ask me to freestyle
i’m done with the freebies
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- letra de don juan of the plains - sergio umbria
- letra de letting go. - byron henderson
- letra de the “rose” the vehicle of miss high heels - to live and shave in l.a.
- letra de snow cones - joseph chilliams
- letra de вселенная (universe) - ветта венская (vetta venskaya)
- letra de легенда - xyligandon, infinitycycle
- letra de do my thing (jazz spastiks remix) - godfather don
- letra de снова одни (alone again) - вандер фил (wonder phil)
- letra de uma vez em dezembro - bianca tadini e luciano andrey