Lyrics
A little louder
One of these ones yeah
Ain't no safety in the gutter baby
Ain't no home to lock up tight
They might put you in a box
They might leave you out of sight
If I took away those vices ain't no person left behind
Ain't no words that you can say the detonation is alive
I said it's three two one
The circuits gets connected
The bodies feel the impact
It's quickly separated
A gun at the bodega is financial education
When I see my reflection I feel hated
I feel hate inside my tiny rotten stomach
When it's bloated from neglect
I pull my shit together stitch my body to my neck
I'm feeling so expired more than tired I'm a wreck
But your girl still tryna come and have my kids
Hah
I'm the tube on your exhaust
Leading straight into the window pane
The metal in your mouth
When the moneys owed but never came
I'm every face that's ever been plastered on the Carton
The bomb under the bridge
The business gone to arson
The prison when it riots
The sick when they start coughing
The bullet in the chamber
Shit I'm bodies in the coffin
The rubber on the spike trap
The fruit after they rotten
A bastard to my father to the state I'm just a toxin
In the state of mind of stuck in I say fuck it I say run it
I say bullets need they targets
Just like fingers need they mother fucking puppets
We not talking about discussion
When I say run your pockets I need panic when you rummage
I say fuck it
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes
Smell the fumes
Baby breath it in
Got no money
But got guns under the mattress
Way below the underground
Welcome to the blacklist
We those crack rock Bedouins
Rolling through the dunes