Lyrics Loved Ones - Alexander Anderson
We
ain't
always
thinkin'
bout
the
loved
ones
And
we
ain't
never
dreamin'
bout
the
loved
ones
And
we
ain't
never
chillin'
with
the
loved
ones
Until
it's
too
late,
until
it's
too
late
Mass
murder
I'm
still
further
desensitized
Republicans
are
terrorism
incentivized
Nowhere
to
run
in
this
city,
nowhere
to
hide
Lookin'
for
a
lost
loved
one
to
settle
my
mind
African-American
icons
fade
away
Or
get
murdered
in
the
street
like
Freddie
Gray
The
system
cut
the
saturation
now
I'm
seeing
gray
White's
and
blacks
still
segregated
here
today
Don't
like
the
corporate
view,
I
change
up
the
hue
All
I
see
is
blood
red
don't
know
what
to
do
Which
muscle
to
move,
which
hustle
to
choose
All
my
life
facing
strife
now
I
lost
my
groove?
Planet
overpopulated
yet
I
feel
alone
Not
a
moment
in
the
day
for
me
to
call
home
I'm
a
broke
man
trynna
chase
the
bling
till
I
Got
an
unexpected
phone
ring
from
a
loved
one
We
ain't
always
thinkin'
bout
the
loved
ones
And
we
ain't
never
dreamin'
bout
the
loved
ones
And
we
ain't
never
chillin'
with
the
loved
ones
Until
it's
too
late,
until
it's
too
late
Until
a
life's
at
risk,
we
never
stop
to
think
How
we
might
behave,
when
you're
on
the
brink
Of
extermination,
for
your
consideration
Consider
this,
the
greater
implication
Of
a
nation
run,
by
greed
and
sedation
These
representatives
need
a
change
of
occupation
They
call
it
foreign
policy,
I
call
it
you
bombin'
me
Men,
women,
children
and
babies
Call
it
a
war
crime,
but
y'all
got
the
spin
Corporate
media
calls
a
phony
war
a
win
Hillary
you're
trynna'
drag
us
into
war
again?
She's
not
fighting
for
the
people
why
do
we
pretend?
I'm
trynna'
make
amends,
with
those
around
the
globe
Everbody
who's
lost
a
loved
one
for
money
goals
Money
can't
solve
a
rich
man's
health
but
you
Might
find
a
poor
man's
health
with
his
loved
ones
We
ain't
always
thinkin'
bout
the
loved
ones
And
we
ain't
never
dreamin'
bout
the
loved
ones
And
we
ain't
never
chillin'
with
the
loved
ones
Until
it's
too
late,
until
it's
too
late
We
don't
wanna
think
about
a
lost
loved
one
We
don't
wanna
think
about
a
world
free
of
guns
No
time
to
chill
gotta
pay
these
bills
Everybody's
racing
but
my
mind
stands
still
Strapped
to
the
bill,
we
runnin'
back
home
In
my
own
zone,
made
my
own
lane
Cops
playin'
games,
with
a
niggas
life
Tazer
to
my
chest,
now
a
nigga's
paralyzed
Back
to
rollin'
dice,
in
the
jail
cell
White
man's
paradise,
black
man's
hell
Bones
feel
frail,
muscles
feel
stale
Life
seems
to
fail,
the
cat's
all
bailed
Kickin'
it
alone,
my
knees
feel
weak
Future
looks
bleak,
bars
on
fleek
Feelin'
real
sleek
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