Letras
Whole countries turnt to fascist, you can't let it make you die
It's way worse than you'd imagine, you talk, it's suicide
Can't save the word like Batman, I'm steppin' out of line
Extended clips, hollow tips, this shit's do or die
I'm flickin' ash, all of these thoughts are burning calories
What, what in the hell, all of these people hide behind a Jesus piece
These workers of lawlessness can't save themselves, can't find their peace
It's a false idol, false idea, made from the beast
Don't split it up, it's some his-story, I see God in everywhere
So fuck your church and fuck your priest, I'd rather stay outdoors
If you're not a lot aligning your chakras, you know you're never gonna find your solace
I start chanting these mantras, then I start to lift off the floor
They want a war, they want a war, what the hell are we fighting for
They shaking hands, they shaking hands, After making profit off blood gore
It's hard to get by when things get real
It's hard to get by when things get real
It's hard to get by when things get tough
I don't wanna see you cry, I don't wanna spill no blood
I've been grinding for my life, I've been clawing out the mud
I've beem grinding for my life, I've been clawing out the mud
Composed by Ken Yuga