Baronze Obama - Bronze Nazareth

Baronze Obama - Bronze Nazareth

Альбом
Bronzestrumentals Vol. 1
Год
2009
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
289670

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Baronze Obama

Bronze Nazareth

Yo, It’s just the thoughts I been thinking and writing

So yeah, Yo, It’s that shit be, Yo

Yo I was, Born with that black oil in my veins

Civil War of the brain, Let’s dig to the core of the pain

Guantanamo Bay, Torture chambers hidden away

Nigga my kid’ll get sprayed if I stay in the ghetto too long

Like Gapetto been pawned

Now the puppet back with the bushes next to the White House lawn

Unemployment checks make us think they trying

I ain’t buying it, Can’t afford it

One slip and it’s off into that mental coffin

One mistake, One ticket, One license plate out of date

Lead to jail time cause by bail crime was too much to pay

Had me buying similac with iron while you ate for free

And then rob off employees and they had steak for beef

Like Erwin in the reef, When we burning in the streets

They used to hang us, Bag us, Tag us, Same as Katrina relief

Some say they heard explosions when the levies was breached

Detroit schools shut down, No money to teach

But we in the Middle East setting up Governments for free

Where’s the mathematics, Where’s casino money from the gambling attics

Automatics, Sort of tragic but it’s reaching, Bullets torn across your fabrics

You left us behind with no choice to react quick, Let’s widen the gap

Then front a machine to his face, Tryna kill Africa with AIDS

Just like crack when it spreads to the people they want relief

(But I ain’t buying it nigga that’s raw beef)

Keep his thoughts to himself though

(But I ain’t buying it nigga that’s raw beef)

He keeps his thoughts to himself though

(But I ain’t buying it nigga that’s raw beef)

I keep my thoughts to myself though

Cause if I don’t I don’t make it though

Yo, He keep his thoughts with the bushes, Dope pushers, Crack addicts

That’s where we stash at, Sky view carries action

Come feel the pulse in my palm, Grip the seal like handle bars

Raised in the slums where graves get dug

Grandma’s knit rugs until cancer devourers their thoughts

From floor lights, Spiked tap water in vaults

A cauldron of thoughts stay bake’n in my mind oven

Without pay realize there ain’t no ways other

Some’ll rise in other men when the time is chosen

How could a tree grew up right if the roots is poisoned

Keep the loaded shells spray tucked away, Meet my left deltoid

Grimm Reap make you sleep animation boy

Like bounced checks, Empty clip, Remy fifths to sip

Certified mail, Burning high ale, Smile still

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