with your name in wet concrete you still aint own the block let your money counter tick time still gone tock you could walk around in a hennesey bliss 'n' keep fuckin them bitches that you aint even kiss you could keep gettin high with them tears in your eyes 'n' tellin yourself you like fuckin them guys you got mountains of things (get money) they not high enough to save you when the troops come runnin 'n' your shiny new hummer that aint strong enough to withstand the bombs they gone drop on us they got us killin ourselves numbin our brains they buggin our phones 'n' fannin the flames we damn near got our hands out beggin for more forget creepin through the window they walkin through the front door the mystery aint no mystery at all think you doin big things (love) they let you ball like they let our babies die 'n' lock us in cells like our youth aint got no options it aint hard to tell it's a war goin on that you thinkin that you safe from but you like me in the scope of they gun
ghetto birds here they come creepin through your window ghetto birds here they come walkin through your font door tell me where will you go
our minds have been blinded by a twisted system they got us thinkin if we paid then we different we're educated to destroy ourselves to piece by piece dismantle true self it's no where to run nowhere to hide even when we askin questions they only tellin lies my sore eyes weep like the shanandoah flows lord knows peace of mind is hard to hold when our people seem resigned to destroying our divine our warriors and soldiers can't make a front line what's the point of havin kids if we can't love ourselves? listen to the innocents they screamin for help we in full battle but we asleep on the fields with our hands over our ears like the bullets aint real I'm so tired of speakin faith into space hope when the horns cry I can see your face
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so many ways so many courses of action so many underhanded schemes to break us into fractions I try laughin just to soothe my sorrows watch the neighbourhood kids picturin tomorrow we on borrowed time with borrowed nines 'n' they dope in our pockets on enemy mines understand I judge no one or they path I love some true life killers who know I still ask what you think it'd be like if we were really prepared? 'n' they call me a dreamer say they aint know 'n' aint scared I stared at this rhyme for days and prayed on the last night heard at least fifty shots sprayed then, ghetto birds 'n' screechin sirens could vomit from the violence bless they soul in calm silence I'm just tired of the death 'n' folks turnin they cheek like the conspiracy aint real and we own these streets
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ghetto birds here they come creepin through your window ghetto birds here they come walkin through your font door tell me where will you go
our minds have been blinded by a twisted system they got us thinkin if we paid then we different we're educated to destroy ourselves to piece by piece dismantle true self it's no where to run nowhere to hide even when we askin questions they only tellin lies my sore eyes weep like the shanandoah flows lord knows peace of mind is hard to hold when our people seem resigned to destroying our divine our warriors and soldiers can't make a front line what's the point of havin kids if we can't love ourselves? listen to the innocents they screamin for help we in full battle but we asleep on the fields with our hands over our ears like the bullets aint real I'm so tired of speakin faith into space hope when the horns cry I can see your face
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so many ways so many courses of action so many underhanded schemes to break us into fractions I try laughin just to soothe my sorrows watch the neighbourhood kids picturin tomorrow we on borrowed time with borrowed nines 'n' they dope in our pockets on enemy mines understand I judge no one or they path I love some true life killers who know I still ask what you think it'd be like if we were really prepared? 'n' they call me a dreamer say they aint know 'n' aint scared I stared at this rhyme for days and prayed on the last night heard at least fifty shots sprayed then, ghetto birds 'n' screechin sirens could vomit from the violence bless they soul in calm silence I'm just tired of the death 'n' folks turnin they cheek like the conspiracy aint real and we own these streets
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