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the unseen
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they locked the gates
extinguished the fires
to the steel mills
that fed the people of gary
snuffing out the hopes
the dreams of a city
avenue d
will soon be
cell block d
at michigan city state pen
your moms had
hopes of your future
worked two jobs
to make sure you had
a chance to be someone
you didnt care
you had your crew
you were someone
on your little corner
of the world
you didnt need
the love of moms
as she died a violent death
on the streets
you thought you ruled
her final thoughts
were of you
still hoping you'd break free
from the endless cycle
that destroys your culture
instead
you smoked that rock
too stupid to know
with each breath
sucked into your lungs
the shackles
the slavery
of addiction
tightens around you
soon enough
it all catches you
welcome to the big house boy
like your ancesters
who came before you
you are a piece of property
serving the master
a ward of the state
the circle becomes complete
as the one convicted
of the rape and murder
of your moms
makes you his personal bitch
moms looks down
from the heavens
as your ass becomes a highway
you cry to jesus
to make it stop
jesus doesnt save
you from this humilation
but he will forgive
the one who did this
as blood trickles
down your thigh
cant you feel the comfort
in that thought?
extinguished the fires
to the steel mills
that fed the people of gary
snuffing out the hopes
the dreams of a city
avenue d
will soon be
cell block d
at michigan city state pen
your moms had
hopes of your future
worked two jobs
to make sure you had
a chance to be someone
you didnt care
you had your crew
you were someone
on your little corner
of the world
you didnt need
the love of moms
as she died a violent death
on the streets
you thought you ruled
her final thoughts
were of you
still hoping you'd break free
from the endless cycle
that destroys your culture
instead
you smoked that rock
too stupid to know
with each breath
sucked into your lungs
the shackles
the slavery
of addiction
tightens around you
soon enough
it all catches you
welcome to the big house boy
like your ancesters
who came before you
you are a piece of property
serving the master
a ward of the state
the circle becomes complete
as the one convicted
of the rape and murder
of your moms
makes you his personal bitch
moms looks down
from the heavens
as your ass becomes a highway
you cry to jesus
to make it stop
jesus doesnt save
you from this humilation
but he will forgive
the one who did this
as blood trickles
down your thigh
cant you feel the comfort
in that thought?
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the boys with their game
the boys with their shame
telling me how IT is
what they want
thinking that number
on their chests
is something to flaunt
finding jesus or ala or buda or satan
will make it all go away
they take and take
nothing to give
spittin' the game
of nothingness
empty in their eyes
empty in their hearts
waiting for the 12-12
waiting for the parole board
taking and buying
time........
Money for the poor
Hate is for the insecure
War is for the weak
lemme ask ya
is this existence as vapid as a housewife on valium?
i mean...
who's happier?
just a q
ciaocito mi migos
lemme grab a dictionary!!!
I'll have to get back to you ......lol
Money for the poor
Hate is for the insecure
War is for the weak