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Maquiladoras
Billy Woods feat. Al.Divino & Saint Abdullah
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She left no note (No)
Deafening silence, the crime faster than rabbits, Father Time slow-mo
She spoke soft, hard truths
So caught a sense of time through gang signs (Woo)
Her fraternity's freemasonry is gangbanging
Red and blue, large Bloods and Crips
Gave all I got, good as it gets
All I got in return was, "What good is this?"
Still don't feel real, toss my tears far
Cigarette burn a hole in the film reel, the pill dissolve (Tshh)
No real resolve found
Some stay afloat, but in the end, we all drown
Halfway through the heist, saw his mom face, too far to stop now
Gunshot, ears pop, high-pitched white noise dog whistle
Devil in the detail, death is God's riddle
No more can I kick it, kids kicking candles at vigil (Huh)
Brand new pistol and an AR
Ain't even eighteen, beef older than they are (Woo)
Don't even know they gon' forget you (What?)
When you gone and won't hug your mother when she miss you
Miss you (They'll miss you, dog)
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Fanon said self-amputation how all this is created
The irrational rationalizations of the racists
(Make America great agโ)
The amputee says accept it, there's no escaping
Accept the prosthetics
They give ill-fitted limbs as gifts
And insist you can only live in the present
Fanon dreamed of death every night in the desert
Woke in hospital bed, CIA handlers gently pressing
Wishing he died out there in the sand, bayoneted
He had the wrong answer to the right fucking question
Amputation how you survive
Can't get away if you don't leave something behind
Trapped a housefly in an upside-down pint glass
And waited for it to die
It's still alive
Staring out compound eyes
Nine fingers can still tie a tie
Keep extremities clear, the courthouse close at five (I warned you)
Some took it on the arm, caught in a trap
Some came of their own accord, a piece already cut, neatly wrapped
In butcher paper
Had to cut 'em off, I ain't had no option
They the type to come back with the choppers chopping
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Time is on my side, yes, it is
Time is on my side, yes, it is
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