We were young but we were plastered
We hadn't yet mastered
The art of going after
The girl that we want
Or the goal that we see
Swinging in the wind
Just outside your reach
Clench your fist make will to clasp your dreams
Like you're last man standing and they killed your team
Gotta get on up out the house out the city
Make a bitty, go and make a young girl pretty
Pretty hot sexy what's that mean what's that say?
Ratchet cust skanky whatchu braying out today?
Take another shot, put on tv, never stop
Eating bullshit sucking more dick watching panties drop
Motherfucker realize that you're not yourself
Hang that faggot in your room with your dad's belt
Recreate the revolution that gave us our freedom
Cause they taking it from us through IV don't feed em
The monster's grown already we can't kill it cant stop it
The bigger they are the harder they fall, on that topic
Where do they fall, if they the size of countries
How many get crushed for us to make our dreams
No just rip the chord, house this necessary evil
In the kennel outside, leashed, be don cheadle
Make the terror your bitch, use to create again
Until it's small enough that its starved life just ends
The violent rapist that infested the general population
That reaped more devastation
Than civil wars tear nations
That shat on more livelihoods
Than pidgeons in rich neighborhoods
That ignored more misery than a subway through the inner city
Or better yet the urban youth
The universally known and forgotten truth
That the more you have the more you have to lose
So to keep your swag safe you descend to recluse
Into the gated community where all you see
Is the community watch telling you you're free
And surveillance van saying it's not for you
It's for trespassers getting near your kids school
Don't fool yourself into thinking you they protect and serve
When the law they uphold they tend to swerve
And write and rewrite as they see just
And all complainers are just making a fuss
It's a brave new world
And these bastards get braver
Every day they reinforce that we're givers they're takers
Till one day we realize we're their spies
And we're also the boogeyman that comes at night
They make thought the boogeyman that comes at night.
~ Prophit
We hadn't yet mastered
The art of going after
The girl that we want
Or the goal that we see
Swinging in the wind
Just outside your reach
Clench your fist make will to clasp your dreams
Like you're last man standing and they killed your team
Gotta get on up out the house out the city
Make a bitty, go and make a young girl pretty
Pretty hot sexy what's that mean what's that say?
Ratchet cust skanky whatchu braying out today?
Take another shot, put on tv, never stop
Eating bullshit sucking more dick watching panties drop
Motherfucker realize that you're not yourself
Hang that faggot in your room with your dad's belt
Recreate the revolution that gave us our freedom
Cause they taking it from us through IV don't feed em
The monster's grown already we can't kill it cant stop it
The bigger they are the harder they fall, on that topic
Where do they fall, if they the size of countries
How many get crushed for us to make our dreams
No just rip the chord, house this necessary evil
In the kennel outside, leashed, be don cheadle
Make the terror your bitch, use to create again
Until it's small enough that its starved life just ends
The violent rapist that infested the general population
That reaped more devastation
Than civil wars tear nations
That shat on more livelihoods
Than pidgeons in rich neighborhoods
That ignored more misery than a subway through the inner city
Or better yet the urban youth
The universally known and forgotten truth
That the more you have the more you have to lose
So to keep your swag safe you descend to recluse
Into the gated community where all you see
Is the community watch telling you you're free
And surveillance van saying it's not for you
It's for trespassers getting near your kids school
Don't fool yourself into thinking you they protect and serve
When the law they uphold they tend to swerve
And write and rewrite as they see just
And all complainers are just making a fuss
It's a brave new world
And these bastards get braver
Every day they reinforce that we're givers they're takers
Till one day we realize we're their spies
And we're also the boogeyman that comes at night
They make thought the boogeyman that comes at night.
~ Prophit
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