War On Drugs
CHAINLiiP
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I'm from a neighborhood
Where neighbors don't stay for good
Either leaving fast or you're staying for bad
Type of trauma make you judge your mama
Ya hate your dad
Inhaling, vapor fasts
Seeking heights of Jesus Christ
Just to fall, lose it all
Type of life that Satan had
Underworld, no labor laws
Just some young niggas trying to make 'em a bag
And sell it quick as they can
And sell it real quick for a Jam
I swear that y'all don't know the half
Like selling 14 of them grams
You took our father figures
Effectively shaping heartless unbothered niggas
As long as the plague was confined to the ghetto
The government did not see fit to deem it a problem
All Power To The People
We must understand
Dope for what it really is
It is a form of genocide
In which the victim
Pays to be killed
Capitalism plus dope
Equals genocide
All Power To The People
Ten grams of crack and you're gone for decades
Ten grams of coke and you're back next Monday
Nixon set it up to be not okay
People followed suit just to say they're sane
But I know the truth I tried to tell bae
Nobody listens but, guess it's okay
If I can't help I'll move on to sun rays
Bask in the sun while watch worlds decay
I stay sober, I've seen the worst
Too many friends took rides in hearse
Too many friends end up in dirt
Too many friends end up in church
Not in good ways, you know what hurts
End up in court on high alert
Judge says forever, tears disperse
From him, his momma, and his girl
Both my uncles and Granddaddy locked up
Maybe for life 'cause the feds show no love
When you ask me if I wanna pour up
The answer is no 'cause I'm still tore up
I remember the look on Mimi's face
They took her baby, man Free Uncle Trey
Free Granddaddy too and Free Uncle Tank
In this country I know I've found my place
They say three strikes but like really it's one
Turn twenty one I wanted to buy guns
Then got put on probation so I stunt
From the shadows, I gotta hide my fun
Twelve bars left, and twelve days left
Wrote this song with bullets on rest
Cannot breath with stuff on my chest
Cannot be without bands on deck
Free CHAINLiiP, Free CHAINLiiP
If I'm locked up, free my hits
The music speaks, listen to it
Teaching lessons since a jit