Breeze - FACE THE FACTS lyrics

[Intro] [VERSE 1: PAWZ ONE ] Watch and observe As shots pop and bodies drop in the curbs It's not a popular movie its helicopters and narcs The cars are unmarked, undercover cops in the park The shots in the dark, they light up the night The fiends fighting just to light up their pipes There was the night that I decided to write, recite on the mic The life that I witnessed, describing the sickness I'm striving to fit this inside a structure The system is gonna rupture, its destined to self-destruct The signal was interrupted, their message is so corrupted Our children are being abducted and prisons are being constructed My people are screamin' f** it, I'm heated and learned to tuck it Can wait for my turn to buck it, get struck in the face with truth Huh! f** it just face the proof, tornado the flows are fatal I'm waiting to raise the roof... [CUTS] [VERSE 2: PAWZ ONE ] Spittin' slicker than the oil that they pump into drums The revolution doesn't come from the tongue You see it comes from the barrels of guns Now ask the mothers when they bury their sons I'm legendary over various drums I carried light to different areas, American slums We fought for crumbs like a flock of birds Knowing its absurd I try to drop into proper words And look at Waka Flocka cuz the kids wanna imitate When they can be a doctor, so cancerous The mainstream is rotting the brain The only answer is to drop it, its a popular game To follow trends with your phony friends and popular names Your poppin' them thangs and hugging the block The plot thickens when your locked in the chains For having d** in your sock See there's more than one way that we can reach for the top Yeah, to each his own, I'm reaching home the streets are known For being heartless and their colder than stone Strong enough, I survived thru the tough times Made it out the devils trap, tell 'em that the rebel's back Bringing reinforcements Breeze on the beat choppin' samples into portions Ominous, appear from the clouds just like the horsemen Quick to swing the sickle, the fake fans are fickle The screams from a victim will ripple through out the scene Catch a label head sleeping, I'm ripping 'em out his dreams