how can you still breathe the air that I breathe Knowing the heartache that you are responsible for And I erase everything I've known and I try to smile, and it
dawn, My written flow be holy water, I spray shit 'til your gone... Extra, Extra...Read all about it, You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it, When
would have turned into a drumstick And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow. I understood. It doesn't
the product of genocide and slavery Everything in the ghetto was how it was made to be Designed in a process, Prison Industrial Complex Niggaz transformed into
would have turned into a drumstick And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cause I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow. I understood. It doesn'
your intellect The punchline is there's no punchline, but you don't get it yet Here to set it straight and maybe get it off my chest Could never read
