paroles de chanson Corruption (Where Is the Love?) - DAP The Contract feat. Sumner Becker

L. City

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I'm peeking through the crack in the wall
Where they hid the crack in the wall
I see home and the gravestones running out
Slaves all gone out, running back in the morn'
Let the man run free for now, he'll be back
'Cause he ain't got a plea for now
The government ain't give a f*ck about the people now
So people now? They only want the paper now
But read the paper now
See that oil money, turn to lawyer money
It ain't lawyer money then it's baby mama money
If the baby mama ain't a shopper then it's f*cking money
So what the f*ck is money? 'Ts why I'm saying f*ck the money
Everybody gunning for the money, gunning!
Ain't got a lot of money n*gga finna gun a n*gga for the money
Murder money
Death sweet, he got away on his feet
Ooh honey more money money
Killer views in the Bahamas, that's killer money
And some ain't got none, that's why there's bitter money
They say money is the devil so that LV might be, just how hell be
'Ts why they wear the label shit and get labelled shit
They screaming "help me", I'm sorry
I only play with what he dealt me, and I'm good
So what the f*ck you tryna tell me?

People killing people dying
Children hurt you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach?
Or would you turn the other cheek?
Oh father, help us!
Send guidance from above
'Cause people got me questioning
Yeah

Corruption will rupture your core
Goodluck, sir pleae give me more!
I can't afford a meal, what would you give it up for?
I see you got a lotta jets, tell me what for?
And what's more, the more rich get more rich
Not the poor
From L.City to Nepal, it's poverty in every city
F*ck it's so appaling
Americans spill water on the block
Where I'm from oil spills on the block
2 blocks of oil in all
The type of money make a city fly
My eyes sore from crying more and more
The scene my eyes saw, oh lord
I think we need an intervention
You thieves needa reflect on your reflection
Full bellied, but no contraception
I might take 'em to Siloam let him wash his eyes off
Peel his f*cking eyes off
He see the world through a ruptured lens
It's our loss, hope he learn today
And that's all
We keep losing people they starving
And all we got is nice shoes, nice cars
I'm tryna get this piece for a bargain
All they want is peace and no scars, check
Daddy why do we smoke our cigars?
Smoke so thick we can't see the stars?
If we didn't pay these meguards
Ain't nobody got our backs if our backs to ours
Now back to ours
I really love my city not the laws
I really love the people not the cars
But there's almost more cars than people, what the f*ck?
That's why I'm telling ma I wanna live in Cali
But I know my city need a n*gga not inside a telly
And if anybody know a President you better tell 'em
F*cking do it better, I don't care if you're Israeli
N*gga really got a PJ?
Grown n*ggas in your city can't eat nor sleep
Don't need PJs
But I'm in college, sipping on PJ
Blowing OG so what the f*ck can we say

People killing people dying
Children hurt you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach?
Or would you turn the other cheek?
Oh father, help us!
Send guidance from above
'Cause people got me questioning
Where is the love
Where is the love
Where is the love, the love
Where is the love

"Nigeria is not the only African country
Adopting anti-gay legislation
Malawi and Uganda did something similar
And came under the spotlight
When western donors threatened to cut much needed aid
But Nigeria, which mostly depends on its oil money,
Is very unlikely to feel pressurized by such threats
Adaura Achumbe, Lagos"