1 2 3 shots buss out at ernie eves
who you goin lie to now?
do you wanna lie and die
lie and die and die and die
1 2 3 shots buss out where lastman sleep
who you goin lie to now?
do you wanna lie and die
lie and die and die and die
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at war with fantinos gustopo
my crew heard i was schemin
they said your crazy but good luck tho
it's hard to plan for tommorow
when torn city keeps bussin out round after rounds of them hollows
and the media show that follows
blames blacks and asians, just to make it easier to swallow
by tv dinner eating caucasians
its trying my patience
cause they voted in harriss
and harriss cut my education
so he could build more roads up to green spaces that hes made golf courses
that he attends to in his long term vacations
never mind his direct police orders
to brutalize the rightous who protest before they even start to riot
i recognize the first nations blood on they hands
but they stand with their registerred guns smilin, eyes sayin try it
fuck this government,
if their going to weigh the remains of our childrens flesh differently
they going flex different abilities to protect us inequally
yeah the bags was disturbing..
but i aint heard no sermon when last year ____'s second child was murderred
no, he was lost in the storm, he must a deserved it
rest in peace dead kings
when i heard her on the news saying how she's lost everything
what did i hear next
a cops mechanic
"like he didnt deserve it"
you know i tripped when i heard this
made me wanna murk this
white chauvanistic prejudicing..pig the other white meat
not the people, but the ones who cut eye holes out of they sheets
their surroundin us tellin us how its the better way
the government found a new way to segregate our families
building fear against criminals then spreading pipe dreams through the inner city
ive learned that your always kept closer by your enemies
and i dont take food from strangers..
but i know that they invest in me as if i had some unsworn allegiance
as if all white people were my kin, those who eat their foods are obese
they cant stand, never mind spark the revolution spark the revolution
puritans still preachin the final solution, training me with their powers assumin
i wouldnt use it against them
tellin me how not only is my intention wrong, but that god will not forgive my sins
if i keep testing their systems
they'll tell the generations after me that i did what i did cause i began to lose it
when i was a kid i was too involved with that rap music
and in the back of they throats news anchors
goin say madness grew out of black music
but even pure roots grow poisinned in unfertil ground
so thats why when i spit you hear the pain resound in the background
this the soundtrack for us in the back of the bus
you can trust im a speak up on the everyday struggle
of children who havent even tried to hustled
but get torn when the doors closed and they left in the cold
73c bus driver old miser justifying racial slurs under his breath
ignored by the people cause they burdenned with too much stress
and those who notice, become too greatly vexxed
to deal with what they know comes next
the bomb explodes and theres no bus left
~
children your blessed
express your stress when your vexxed
dont be afraid to tell those who look down in jest
that they aint better yet