paroles de chanson Social Wars - Jo'sef

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Fake niggas beware
Real niggas is here
Home of the hate, reinstate feelings of fear
I'm giving niggas a chair, then let em take a stand, and kick it
Any bit of hope, hope it floats when I deliver
Ever heard of niggas murder for certain letters
When I grew up, gang wars, buses coming to get us
We used to treat bustas like them nukkas, who working undercover
We bring the ruckus, you thinking of ruckers
And speakers of suckers, buckers still
My niggas is crazy ill, word to mothers
Why you insecure, nigga I ain't fuck her
You happy to be fucking, bitches lucky I let em fuck me
Who the fuck is you talking to
I get more respect from niggas than you, and I'm just walking through
Careful my nigga, give niggas inches
They get away from it, I give em injures
My g's moving like ninjas
Older men like them fishers
Doberman like them pinchers
A hole in one of you suckers like putters from close distance
Their claim to fame is an injury
Fuck friends
More famous from enemies than kin of me
To what extent does an ex remain an ex
Thirsty bitches be stalking me like I'm ex
Mary jane on that molly, cause molly got percocets
And meths give feds a means of running up on your set

The new arrival of the suicidal, jews and psychos
Confused with who's in the the bilble with who's an idol
You stand amused at psychos, who uses the rifle to diffuse recycled views of whose a tycoon
Don't like rooms, we buy booze, while dudes get richer
The same money that protects us binds is, who's the victim
Abused and used for income
It's power, now choose your wrist cuffs
Describing tools that injure
Without the fool, it's just a useless trigger
Further that noose on us, with nuisance bicker
They don't know what the problem is
A prob for us, is really not a problem for them
So who's the monument, just an occupant, a face for us to document
Drug addicts or power hungry faggots, all the same
It's bout the highest paid, fuck who's down the chain
Look, my nigga, you enslaved
Five to eighteen, it's engraved, you a field nigga
Go to college, then you move up the hill, nigga
Educated, house trained
Got your masters, now you closer to your master
Wait
Now, you can choose to use a blade, but you don't shit where you eat
He got you potty trained
Man makes the money, but the money makes the man
You thinking that I fucked up, I said it how it is
After a couple years, you'll be closer to retirement
That's when they give you small change, and kick you out environments
Fire men, brings the violence
Violins, brings the higher sense
And now you're useless to yourself and them
But you admire men