lets break bread, peace by piece we'll taste-test.
these basic emcees hate to embrace death.
so they run from it and cause it to others.
fallin in gutters till on the water they hover.
or even better yet gettin locked up with others.
ya still screwin up if ya stocked up on rubbers.
just admit it, this life you livin dogg, forget it.
you could be so more exiquisit once you have a true vision.
prison exist for everyone and every case.
break outta the chains and let ya brain escape.
we're bein held down, we're spell bound.
addicted to items, drugs, violence, and our presidental highness.
but my residence's the finest on this side of my block.
small house, big heart, trust God, yada yad.
i feel the same, but mostly changed.
just rearranged my aim at who to point the blame.

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""Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you." --Abraham Lincoln, speech, September 11, 1858