3 Fifs Add-2 (Ft. Accapella)
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[Intro]
You treat me like a (censored) Black person!
You’re gonna get sprayed!
[James Baldwin]
I'm terrified at the moral apathy, the death of the heart, which is happening in my country. These people… have deluded themselves for so long that they really don't think I'm human. I base this on their conduct, not on what they say. And this means that they have become, in themselves, moral monsters
[Verse 1: Add-2]
Like we always do at this time
Still watching niggas die
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder so my eyes can’t even cry
Don’t wonder why, I heard that’s just the way it is
They spray the block and only kill the kid
Can swim a river in these mothers’ tears
Hide yo wife, nigga, hide yo kids
They kill yo dreams and make you live yo fears
Here, they push keys, leaders control-alt-delete us
In our homes, ain’t no food or no fathers either
They turning hoopers from shot takers to gun shooters
My friends went from drug dealers to drug users
Inhale, we in Hell on Earth
Worth gold but sold soul, smoke grass, do dirt
Unemployed but got work, no correction from facilities
Expect to see when 21’s the life expectancy
Ignorance bliss, broke get a fix, blast the fifth
Dip, plead the fifth and drink a fifth, a nigga still three fifths
You treat me like a (censored) Black person!
You’re gonna get sprayed!
[James Baldwin]
I'm terrified at the moral apathy, the death of the heart, which is happening in my country. These people… have deluded themselves for so long that they really don't think I'm human. I base this on their conduct, not on what they say. And this means that they have become, in themselves, moral monsters
[Verse 1: Add-2]
Like we always do at this time
Still watching niggas die
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder so my eyes can’t even cry
Don’t wonder why, I heard that’s just the way it is
They spray the block and only kill the kid
Can swim a river in these mothers’ tears
Hide yo wife, nigga, hide yo kids
They kill yo dreams and make you live yo fears
Here, they push keys, leaders control-alt-delete us
In our homes, ain’t no food or no fathers either
They turning hoopers from shot takers to gun shooters
My friends went from drug dealers to drug users
Inhale, we in Hell on Earth
Worth gold but sold soul, smoke grass, do dirt
Unemployed but got work, no correction from facilities
Expect to see when 21’s the life expectancy
Ignorance bliss, broke get a fix, blast the fifth
Dip, plead the fifth and drink a fifth, a nigga still three fifths
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