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Nothing Good feat. Rolla

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You can't give the youts nuttin' good and get mad they act bad Watch the gap turn Baghdad Folks too bruck to put books up in their backpacks Too tired to tackle the backchat A black cat's path's too easy to cross But fear's what the media shots So here's what we see on the box The downtrodden, diminished and demonised But our lives too real to really realise I see the lies, diggin' at the blues 'Cause the news ain't news, they're just givin' you views And the rhetoric is venomous That's why the pigs get forgiven for killing kids that's weaponless They're laughing all the way to the bank Getting paid in advance just for takin' a stance They got us in their pockets without makin' demands I pray we don't play into their hands Check how they enslaved the race and raped their ancestors Came back and painted them aggressors They're playin' us for pricks and we're payin' their expenses We put 'em into power and they prey on the defenceless I put 'em in a box 'cause a box is what they come in Bohemian, Bilderberg, Bullingdon, the proof is in the pudding But I beg we keep pushin' 'Cause the power's with the people Without us they ain't nothin', nothin' Talk a lotta smack, but really I got morals Had a couple slaps and my pride got swallowed I can lose a fight 'cause I live to see tomorrow I don't carry knives and if I'm packin', then it's borrowed I know sorrow, the street game thorough Peep game, that's the rules we follow How you hit, lift, shift bricks and still call po-po? The game's fucked up or it's me, man, I don't know Play my cards close, so they call me antisocial Got a problem? Make a mutual phone call Have we got a problem? Don't be gettin' vocal on the social Meet me on road, maybe in Mole I remember when peeps still followed the code Now they follow a trend until they end up dead I remember when my old man said "Don't shit where you make your bed"