Tic Toc No dozem

I AM FRESH OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE You gotta be a Boss or a Beggar You can't be both Ya dig Loony tools or No eating pork or pig Time to Recognize the civ We're not ci vilians Or sci villans You treat us like side villains When you be the real criminals Feeding civilians subliminal Robbed the Navajo Cherokee Seminoles Peach painted brass Gave it as Christ to enslaved people My minds are bomb And my pen is lethal You've been running this land illegal You tryna get the civilians At odds with countries of people We never even met Children's reading scores are so low But all they see is how to be an alphabet Please dont take it personal Im tryna show us the art of war What you think they wanna build a wall for America will soon be the projects But they dont mean for Albert to be fat They want the people Dumb like Donald No more Sunday dinners Everybody eating McDonald's You ever asked yourself Who's the Mack Every year so many missing children Have many of them has the world got back Knees or our necks Shooting us in church They even shot that guy for speaking Thats showing us how much all of us are wor Gotta give you the truth in increments Cause I know the truth hurts Every body's feeling mighty strange They're playing us like we're the Game Empty pockets Not even change________ Slavery ain't went no where Liberty became the chains Liberty be lost when we lose ourselves We got a choice God or Us We choose death when we choose ourselves It wouldn't be nice to dry to move ourselves The epitome of what it means to lose yourself Don't know where you come from Hate where you been So you cant know where you going Time is money So all this money you blowing From the White House to the Trap House Wondering why poverty's showing You rather tote a gun more than a bible Talking bout you living for survival Doom day prepping But dont you know the Word is a more Lethal Weapon All The Words got to do is curse you But we gonna take this time to bless you But if you dont take head to the warning I can say what the next piece gone do Tilla Sonrise peace Every body's feeling mighty strange They're playing us like we're the Game Empty pockets Not even change________ Slavery ain't went no where Liberty became the chains In a land of strangers We are all neighbors Friends yet enemies In love with hate The greed of the mind is a Hopeless passion for change Tilla Sonrise peace

1993s  Dirty South hip hop