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I spit revolution and people think I'm absurd
Coz I'm beyond the norm, I deliver lyrics they've never heard
My words are my arsenal, heavy artillery raps
With my dogs on my back, F hypocritical cats
Who rap for change off these execs, thinking they complex
Thinking swag makes them real but it's a deeper process
Screw your rhyme scheme if it lacks intellectual concepts
We need progress, we tired of living in the projects
Where mice are big as us, and rats are much bigger
Aids has competition, coz life kills us much quicker
We're zombies, bodies roam around the streets with lost souls
Adolescent murderers, heart's turned into stone cold
Poverty makes us live off credit and killed by debt
But we soldier on, as there are thousand ways to skin a cat
Not the Hip Hop ones, but the black ones that raise suspicion
If ever seen at night they get stoned to death by your children
If you ever wondered why we've been victims of racial slurs
Why kill a domestic feline for the colour of its fur?
Known unknowns and unknown knows is what we live off
Nines, shotguns and Russian Kalashnikovs
That's that ghetto we living
Hoodrats and young G's we yielding
Future leaders and prom queens we killing
Mob justice burn buildings
Continually brain washing our children
Give them Tik so they won't be forgiven by this so-called divine being you people choose to believe in
It's mostly us blacks found in hell A.K.A. prison
Would we kill for no reason?
Would we put food on the table without the drug dealing?
Move toward without the blood spilling
Father figures where you at?
Nowhere to be found
Another sound of RAT-AT-AT
Another body on the ground
You snitch, you get hit on
Like the dope every ghetto soul fiends on
Help a black soul out, we've been trying
Sanlam get my message out coz we've been dying
19 years still fighting
Feet bleeding, we've been marching
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
The projects and the crowded jail
I to do time just to master my crime trade
This is how the system breeds us, to see us locked up or dead
Victims of poverty, brutally treated by the feds
That's the slum life!
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