Debt slaves version 2
• Written by Baalin
Im taking a machine gun clip of the venom you would spit , how could you ever knowing how strong your nigga is to think nigga would quit.
And if I'm just a lowly nigga to you I honk a loogie and spit
I'm done with you trying my feelings
Yeah I'm done with this shit
The world ain't never gonna tame me no matter the whip
Gold chains ain't gonna stop me
Nah come in get a whiff ...
I've been around the loudest
Boy it be right in the spliff
My nigga
we be sitting stayin high as them cliffs ...
If you can't relate to how we navigate..
our fate is to put food on our plate everybody meets there end never knowing the date
So wake up tomorrow pretend you got a clean slate
fuck the broken friendships you spent years n money to make
Only to find what was once so real turns out to be fake
And yo it's not to late to chance a big break..
, bigger stakes
but if you pull it off my nigga just imagine the take.
Just imagine if all the debt got erased.
And all the hardships we faced
This feeling of anger can finally be replaced
And maybe so will the ignorant in the matter of race .
The fame
Fake as the chain and the game they portraying got people decaying these people betraying there lane not seeing that we all the same
Wake up in pain
All these dreams he been dreaming all the things he been seeing
inner eye invoke
to provoke the demons
I can hear em screaming
All these lost minds ..fiendin
Am I to be defeated?
Is this shit to be repeated ?
working for years just trying to break even
so maybe your son or daughter can go out on a weekend... Yeah were weakened.. Life of a night mare got nobody sleeping
Ma don't pick up the phone
it's just a debt collector creepin.
I be aiming for your mind leave your ass in a daze I sware im a change your perception this just the first phase
You chained up no wonder you feel fazed
It'll take more then a milli of us to tear down the foundation they made.
Fuck the fame that's to blame
Made man wanna feel as high as crane
He switch the lane kick the shit in gear high speed like the car on cocaine
And I'll say it again
The scale against .....insane insurmountable .... This pain
Fuck it, how the hell can what is possible be impossible to attain
You think I'm loosing this game
You think I'm not gunna take my claim
On a collision with death Im conducting the train...
Unstoppable with me the wounded and maim
I speak for the people who you have deemed unequal unworthy to even have an attempt with a dame
If I just write a sequel to what mr king spoke at the steeple I could save the people from rain
Metaphorically sayin ...
Take what you need ,
Do as you will and you will be freed
This is jus a lesson I planted the seed
If your asking for life you better be willin to bleed
I see Blood on the leaves
I see blood on the leaves
Gun shots rang out
Leave
Mothers to grieve
Am I awake or am I still dreaming
Blood washed over a street,
Fuck boy was feining...
Now trying wash his mind off
Yo I know he was cleaning
5 comming threw the door loaded and locked
But it ain't no regular shooters nigga
It was the cops
All the cards in his hand tho , calm he waited for flop ,
Pull out the glock out all you heard was the pop.....
" 18 years old and a known criminal"
They don't want you to give a fuck even subliminal
The dirty killing dirty while the clean get rich minimal impact on the cleaner conscience
You see it's science they made us the bitch. The dirty doing dirty so the clean can get rich....
Fuck this shit should make you sick ...?
I shouldn't have to speak it and I ain't no holy prophet
U see they walk on us like carpet .
It gunna take many of me to stop it
But only one of me to spark it.
I'm conducting a blazing train no mortal man can stop it .
I fuck with what I could see and what I believe can top it
I sold my soul on auction , even tho the signs said caution
Crawled threw the hell under a spell
Now this nigga be walking.....
Yall better be prepared when he talkin...
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Baalin
Member since March 8 2015