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letra de journel entry: november 2016 - young carlo

[intro]
tell god i’m sorry for my sins
you gotta do what you gotta do
so you can stay here and live
homies sit in the road, no food
waiting for the struggle to end
i don’t got twenty, we each got ten
inner talents behind the fence
held back, they know we’re tense
want the public to stay dense
so they take truth and dub it’s past tense

[verse 1]
blazed out my mind, thoughts unconfined and i’m crossin the line
must be blind cause i lost my mind, kind of att-tude needed to grind
someone just shot me, but i stay afloat cause i’m a boat like yachty
illegal cause they caught me, roam in a fixed const-tutional
state of mind
delusional to the outside world ever since that girl
dropped the needle in the parking lot at peebles
vision swirled, had a family, bout to hurl like that time the referral didn’t go through
insanity, vanity dies in the eyes of the perished
goodbye to those that were once cherished, look and fear this
world still go round when mary go the mac blows
and we’re dressed in black clothes, my life flash rogue
grab a cash load, cops got me slangin erin black mode
got the truth hillary in blat mode, mad at leakers at home
rigged election why she that low? trump just as bad though
sh-t talking, he spat loads talkin bout sendin’ my homies home
packin on a lonely road, he ain’t know the struggle only the fame
he ain’t know this ain’t no monopoly game

[verse 2]
edward snowden more qualified to be president in our lives
actually for the people instead of blowin’ lie after lie
so push over those other guys that be waitin’ in line
don’t give those snakes a term, give obama a third
hang on every word, truth is about to surge
lights flicker, you hiss, lookin like a scene from the exorcist
truth hurts, reaching the soul, it burns
cleanse your role, make it turn
make this fake system p-ssed, f-ck with their head
sixteen, the year we found democracy is dead

and if we elect trump, germany’s laughing at us
those who don’t learn from history, are doomed to repeat it
america’s trumped looking at our status in this apparatus
lesser of two evils, please america stand up or we’re defeated
bernie was our way out, now we’re dead, no doubt
all about the cash, all about the oil, all about turnin’ america to ash
check out the indian burial grounds, they just there for the stash
we already took land that wasn’t ours
f-ck the pipeline, it’s sour
government want more money, government want more power
we’re the fools forking it over like the sheep we are with cheap dreams
crushed by society’s limits, judging every little divot like a christian
until you fall into submission, clown bullsh-t a distraction mission
overloaded to the point where two are running in the election
imploaded on this joint in order to get attention and show sections
of life that need to be seen, listen, speak up and come with me
we’re all soldiers, one by one, glisten and shine free with your speech

- young carlo

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