Crossing the Phyco's Path
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IP:
The united states,a land where evil is extolled,
Innocense is rejected,yet we refuse to sell our souls,
Stuck in poverty,causing the animosity of honesty,
So obviously,our only hopes are winnin the lottery,
So sin spreads like a disease,but truly not caused by the poor,
Dis plague kills us,cuz da government will not give us more,
I speak to the lord,hoping he'll answer me with a miracle,
We must learn through parables,our lives are just unbearable,
Africans were enslaved,traded through the middle passage,
Columbus betraded and invaded indians,death is massive,
How people suffer now,reminds me of back in history,
Some struggle for a dollar,we want everlasting victory,
Thats it,we had enough,riots become significant,
Ilegal imigrants,wheres our freedom?this is fucken inclement,
Cutting the throat of the governments policys,and possibly,
We can get our fucken way through theories of philosophy,
I want the ones who struggle to unite,fight for your piece,
I want Crips to shake the hands of Bloods,cutting your leash,
Heal the poison,be inspired by those who escaped the dark,
From being Jesus disciples,or the brain that Tupac sparked,
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