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Got Problems Collab (Lucifer feat. Dante and Don Of War)
- VERSE 1 (Don Of War):
- I guess I just grew up too quick,went through to much shit,
- seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hopping fences,
- friends overdose, others gone to prison after copping offenses,
- personally, I could have done life twice the first time,
- I was in a drive by, killed the lights like a pro as I glide by,
- Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud,
- screams, I thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,
- being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk,
- off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to Bill's, cops looking for us
- I just crashed and collapsed,like what the fuck do we do now!?
- Oh I got it, I'll just set my car on fire, say someone stole it while I passed out,
- around a bonfire, buried the gun in the mud like I was taught to,
- so when the cops came asking, I know not to say shit, keep my composure,
- and stay above them like a spaceship and I'll make it,just another day with,
- the dirty South boys,i just thank GOD i made it out boys,
- a breath of fresh air like Altoids,
- I came from nothing, surrounded by cocaine and lusting,
- for a better life, hoping one day its going to better right
- VERSE 2 (Lucifer):
- It's sad to see this tragedy of divides and the rate of crime,
- I guess it's just an old fashioned South Baptist state of mind,
- it's insane how we can take some cash and make it something,
- when so many of us fought hard, know we came from nothing,
- and looking back at all the shit, that seems so fucking crazy,
- I pray to God and search around, screaming, "someone save me",
- it's like my whole entire life's a project like it's public housing,
- ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,
- sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,
- and that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,
- to dual earner comfortable households in suburban homes,
- with kids who feel like nothing and relate when words are thrown,
- but that doesn't mean shit to me, I'm broke, walkin' roads alone,
- stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,
- this is for the kids who live in ghettoes and their broken homes,
- who feel like they've been overthrown, but still can hold the throne,
- maybe they'd relate a little more if shit wasn't to make a profit,
- and nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,
- Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis, Rodney King, racist cop shit,
- and all the other silenced victims when they're taking shots with,
- their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,
- fuck stand your ground, it targets black males, they forgot it,
- and young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,
- it seems like the police department loves but forgot how to use it,
- and now it's stupid, seen as foolish, wonder 'bout the racial lines,
- with shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?
- And the harsh shit hits the suburbs, and they're able to save,
- most of their shit and politicians back 'em, labeled as crazed,
- are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,
- and get sick of system shit, pissed is when I'm writing new songs,
- you see the cluckhead with cocaine, and he's lighting two bongs,
- or crack pipes on the block, he don't care 'bout righting his wrongs,
- that's why
- VERSE 3 (Dante):
- I'm not gonna write any wack shit like any other rapper did
- But I'm fucking tired of seeing kids called Black Shit by private school fucking white kids
- You'd think we'd get a step further in this Nation for fuck's sake
- But we only just have more burglars finding anything they can take and dragging and ditching bodies down in lakes
- You know the real problems and we aren't solving them, just going on the fly and without and thinking just impulses
- Congress being as round headed as some olives, leading to their on demise and just thinking of any deal as repulsive
- If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?
- No, because Liberals and Conservatives are hopping around deals like bunnies, and looking at bills like "We don't want these"
- Congress Fuck off please, don't you know compromise is one to help this Nation?
- So our kids can get some damn sense and education, so they know if they don't work hard they'll end up working at a fucking gas station
- In relation, they won't look at potheads with drugs wanting to go Hence and smoke that shit
- No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits
- No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in Harlem
- They don't wanna see their boy John in the center of a Missing Persons Column
- I know some people call me real as hell, but I don't think you can clearly tell
- That teenagers are still murdering each other and putting bodies down wells, and eerily hiding shells
- Until I see some action in this seemingly unproductive U.S.A., I'll call it the Nation of Abomination
- So I can finally see a political reaction that sparks a productive day, so that we aren't faced with socialist domination.
- And we can finally make things work in this economy, no more miraculous spending recovering anomalies
- And these raps just don't stretch out to me, Look at Luc's shit and you'll find out the wretched unseen truth of the Thirteen Colonies
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