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10. Care (Feat. Strick 9)
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I've had a "Life-Goal" of making one album before I die and it's complete. "One" was finished on March 2008. All the songs are original and every aspect of the album has been produced, mixed, sung, and spit by me. I really enjoyed sharing it with my friends and family and I feel fortunate to have gotten so much positive feedback.. I want to thank all of my guests : Rachel, and Strick 9. I'll be releasing new songs from time to time, as the muse hits me.
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Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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Peak #992
Peak in subgenre #81
Author
Cyan
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2008
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April 08, 2008
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MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 5:38
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Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy don’t we care anymore …. I feel like we should …. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy don’t we fight for more …. I feel like we could …. America, the consumer culture, continues in it’s ongoing quest to … shop. Fueled by a media who’s message is controlled by the corporations which fund their ads, Americans are redefining the ideas of waste and opulence while half the world lives on less than two dollars a day. Short-term goals dominate the national agenda and this generation promises to be remembered as the most irresponsible in human history. It’s tragic – but that need – Whewww! – Everyone has it – That Greed – (Gun Cock) - watch our leaders grab it with – nuttin’ but a passion – I thought this faction – was nothin’ but a mixed up – America – whatchu want – Clinton’s dick sucked – or a fuckin’ stick up – Ding Ding Ding (Yeah) Time to wakey wake up – tax evade these masturbators – Go underground and amass the data – burn your paper – make em hate ya – Don’t let em take your dough – The Boston Tea Party wasn’t so goddamn long ago – They tax - my home – my death – my food – my phone – the land I own – I watch our schools n’ road erode – then 60% of it go to makin’ people explode n’ these corporate subsidies –You gotta be fuckin’ me – Nooo! – I don’t have faith in this government – And when most of us don’t – Well – that’s not a democracy – I think - Heads need to roll – Cause these aren’t our brothers brother – these making us poor – They got crosses on their sleeves – but forgot what they’re for – Love, forgiveness, and peace – they’re chained to a waterboard - Got our boys in Iraq – kickin’ down other poor peoples doors – They rape our constitution – Everything’s ignored – Inner city schools, the sick, The world – the vets who fight our wars – (Strick 9) x (two verses) the establishment is heartless so let the political anylitical targets reveal their postition through admission of defrauding its a goverment tradition called republican party Im hardly gonna choke on my vote I might even speak revolt i think we need a revolutionary jolt poke these old folks that are sitting the court this old white generation runs this nation like joke What happen to progression we still buring coal still drilling for that crude oil even though the know we're so spoiled quick to turn up our noise at the notion of pollution nope i think well let it go till the oceans overflow consuming, Human institutions leaving underwater ruins still we choose to ignore even with the proof right outside our doors back to back liqour store drive though drug scores the flagrent disregard is leaving children exposed loved ones overdosed the gross neglect by our governement is most seriuosly contusent to this movement that we chose now we keep it moving never let it slow this is the revolutionary score thers no more plotting and scheming cause you can keep your wars its time we start reading books and stop dressing like whores stop sweating how we look and put the ghats on the floor educate and explore open doors to your dome spit knowledge instead of licking shot with ya chrome let ya finger ease up off the trigger for moment its not your typical lyrical spiritual enjoyment this was blessed by the element born from the sun creating the heaviest of melodies in tounges spit the hell in me and run never tell me when im done see im causing verbal felonies 1 by 1 so let the guns rust away here comes another day some may choose to pray while others choose make thier way through the maze of life tho it might bite still I stay ready to face anything this world throws in my way So they make cheap promises that’ll speak to your faith – You vote against aborted babies, stem cells, n’ gays – But in trade you hurt yourself – you health – education – your wage – The planet – Privacy – your rights – Peace (peace) n’ the American way – Look at these crooks in DC – Y
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