Move me to a city where life aint bliss 47s in they hands shootin down your kids 99 percent has never exist Cause we worth a 100 times more than poor kids is The size of the state aint only whats big Drink 32 oz McDs cashin in Fact of the matter is we complain bout taxes Post up on the block smoke ourselves into ashes Most of us aint got a clue whats really happenin Sit back laugh at them while the planet like a trash bin Give cans with love look away when passin This consumerist life we love to be trapped in Kick on your tele its a bunch of bad news Left that kick back in my private pool While a baby kickin in a girl barely fifteen Father kicked outta school aint nowhere to be seen People runnin marathons but it aint a fair race Cause gang bangs cool same sex a disgrace White powder shoes hope nobody messed my lace Sweatshop made my kicks so Im takin first place Barcode our lives put a number on our head 1 5 mill kids no food they dead So if you breathing happy appreciate your day Cause freedom aint free specially round they way
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