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Pa todos los inmigrantes del mundo
Ellos me conocen por la calle
Te conocen a ti ?
Te conocen a ti ?
Papi que tu quieres con mi comité ?
Ni tengo tiempo pa discutir
Pero tengo mi team
Yo no soy callejero
Ni tengo tiempo pa morir
Sobreviví
Póntete bravo si quieres
Pero basicamente me fui
Think about the day that your Grandpa got taken away in a bodybag
Think about the day that your Grandpa got taken away in a bodybag
Sixo died in first place, Bobby told me to say that
Sixo died in first place, Bobby told me to say that
When your best friends peace or face ten years for the sale of medicinal grass
Sometimes it's fucking sad
Sometimes you can only laugh
I stole this swag from Rory, now he's gonna be on the track
Peace to Casca and the mighty Ruby Yacht taking over underground rap
The day you realize that you need nothing is the day you gain everything back
The day you realize that you need nothing is the day you gain everything back
The day you realize that you mean nothing - is everything...
Keep telling myself "love the person, hate the system"
But when the person is born out the cunt of the system damn that's a difficult mission to finish
But listen....
When I say "fuck the police" please understand what I mean
I'm not talking about anybody in particular
Not your mommy
Or cool uncle Steve
Fuck the history that made it a job that civilization even needs
What is the difference between a psycho and sociopath ?
I said
What is the difference between a psycho and sociopath ?
One is a learned behavior
Some have been praised as American saviors
One is a learned behavior
The other is born
Have you thought about another baby being killed in an immigration camp?
I said
Have you thought about another baby being killed in an icy immigration camp?
Always remember Chile 1973 They were killing folk singers too
Always remember Allende in 72..
1...
Now the folk singer is sold in a floppy hat to the youth
On a Target commercial filmed at a craft salt store in Portland Oregon
Holler at me Victor Jara
This is for you
Holler at me Victor Jara
Paloma
I think about the day my daddy got taken in handicuffs
Police need to ante up
And it could be morbid
Word to Fred Hampton and all my heroes thwarted
Word to Sixo and the celestial orchid
Word to the sicko rocking the Hammond organ
Word to Crisco on jail bars
Word to clown cars because that's what we pulling up in
Looking like a Tutsi legend
Niggas is spooky and irreverent
Split a loosie with my reverend
He said ignore the goofies and their suggestions
The
Ruby Yacht
Kept it pushing in every dimension
Pimp the ever after
Toe tapper
Grins at red snapper
This right chyea you call a slapper
Peace to Fake Four and Child Actor
My whole life I been a factor
Now I'm just a benefactor
My job don't come name placard
Altered Destiny, same password
This that ass whooping you ain't ask for
'Til the hands hurt
'Til the hands hurt
This that hand work