DJ Kay Slay - Dear America 2015 lyrics

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DJ Kay Slay - Dear America 2015 lyrics

[Intro] (Brothers and sisters) Another exclusive (Brothers and sisters) Big shot to my homie Locksmith, shout out to Termanology (I don't know what this world is gonna do) [x2] Kay Slay, Johnny King in the building The Industry Purge (I don't know what this world is gonna do) [x2] Let's go (Brothers and sisters) (I don't know what this world is gonna do) [x2] It's that time (Brothers and sisters) I do this for the street, f** the industry (I don't know what this world is gonna do) [x4] [Verse 1] Yeah, they say we living post racial space, no trace of iniquity A platform that is lack form, if you wish to be You could pull yourself by your booth strap if you lose track It's your own fault if you don't walk the strict of it We go to the voting polls, pray to God and hope that those bureaucrats That run this show don't k** us off and choke or souls Second guess I don't suppose, try they lock and close they doors Every time I look a body drop, I won't compose I won't settle down, I want to look at myself I won't accept your good deed when my freedom is on the Shelf I won't play along and put on a mask cuz you asked Tell me to look at head cuz you covering up the past Till I pa** you this antidote, regardless if you can and don't I give you my plea, what I see you cannot revoke You can't invoke hostility out depression Wouldn't trade it for the world, such a beautiful blessing [Chorus:] Brothers and sisters), (Brothers and sisters) (I don't know what this world is is gonna do) [x4] [Verse 2] Huh, truth spreading since day one I bring a message, kind a blessings and my shining necklace Dropped a lot of lessons, the goons hungry and you looking like a lot a breakfast f** the partner, I'm try'n to bottom on my long investments Had a ratings in 12 countries in one month Hit up 20 stages, had my fans in the front drunk I'm doing amazing, and no phasing me not once Drop as many albums has 2Pac and am not done Running from the cop, drunk hot and my shotgun My cousin get'n home and he ready to rock some The kings and the 9, 7, 8 and he not one How do you still live in the ghetto, cuz a p**y, I'm not one BET Cipher or French Montana, rep for my hood Yeah, your boy did damage, last of the Boricuas The shine on the cameras, pick the gang through my eyes The rhymes on the canvas [Chorus]