[Hook: Sabac, ILL BILL & Goretex]
We all eat, we all shit, we all breathe
We all fuck, we all love, we all need
We all pray, we all hope, we all dream
We all live, we all die, we all bleed
We all eat, we all shit, we all breathe
We all fuck, we all love, we all need
We all pray, we all hope, we all dream
We all live, we all die, we all bleed
[Verse 1: Sabac]
I write twelve bars and excite the mind of twelve Gods
Hell's hard, you living it, existence is our differences
Non Phixion is like ministers, walk the Earth till it finishes
Rush jails and free prisoners that's outta sight, we gotta fight the justice
Our thoughts are on some freedom by the thug shit
You loving, know your enemy, pull your gat and bust it
Trust it, I'm type minded aside the blinded
Remind it of time when we was young and toy guns was fun
Things then changed, the game is real life
Mothers cry, "My baby died last night!" lighting dust in glass pipes
Poverty, modestly it's hard to be peaceful
When they got you trapped and won't release you to live true equality
I rhyme disturbed and angry, only to offer opportunity
Regardless of the disses, I got love for my community
Break immunity, drug sales, overpopulated jails
If you can't then I'll express how it feel
We all eat, we all shit, we all breathe
We all fuck, we all love, we all need
We all pray, we all hope, we all dream
We all live, we all die, we all bleed
We all eat, we all shit, we all breathe
We all fuck, we all love, we all need
We all pray, we all hope, we all dream
We all live, we all die, we all bleed
[Verse 1: Sabac]
I write twelve bars and excite the mind of twelve Gods
Hell's hard, you living it, existence is our differences
Non Phixion is like ministers, walk the Earth till it finishes
Rush jails and free prisoners that's outta sight, we gotta fight the justice
Our thoughts are on some freedom by the thug shit
You loving, know your enemy, pull your gat and bust it
Trust it, I'm type minded aside the blinded
Remind it of time when we was young and toy guns was fun
Things then changed, the game is real life
Mothers cry, "My baby died last night!" lighting dust in glass pipes
Poverty, modestly it's hard to be peaceful
When they got you trapped and won't release you to live true equality
I rhyme disturbed and angry, only to offer opportunity
Regardless of the disses, I got love for my community
Break immunity, drug sales, overpopulated jails
If you can't then I'll express how it feel
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