Illmaculate - Angels & Demons lyrics

[Verse 1] She work in the corner, hungry But these streets got plenty crack for her Bloody ma**acre Pa**engers with money asking her for s** Money-hungry scavengers circling the air Why is capitalism the only culture we share? This lost paradise that lead 'em on To terrorize the streets with bombs Even my own father caught a parasite from Vietnam I was that child scared of life Who wishes he was there that night Like you won't touch your hair the night Those parasites who beat his mom Looking at his parents' pipe, trying to keep his calm No longer scared to fight The boy who once was weak is strong Grew fangs, became a wolf Speak the thoughts, leak out my skull To stop the sheepish evil cult ‘Cause the average people won't I awoke, my mother's been crying the whole night But I'm 21 now, my mother's been crying my whole life I can't repay you with any money I hand her Even if I hold it tight and help her fight the cancer Even when we fight and I act like I can't stand her She asks me if I wanna live And I don't know the answer We've been working like slaves, our hands hurt Rich people don't know they're rich They live at higher standards These tiny cribs with no heat, tiny ribs with no meat Riding whips with no seats And writing sh** with no beats I'm like a pit with no leash, that's biting pigs and police It's the right thing I chose to speak Uniting us through global peace [Verse 2] We've been waiting for a change… it's here now Politics is the reason we've been poor for years now My peers clown when they're drunk at a barbecue ‘Cause they think life is something to party through The company's marketing is targeting you It's partially true, then again, you already knew Are we confused? ‘Cause whether we rich or poor All we think about it money, money and gettin' more! I use my fist to force this b**h to hit the floor, when all is done this liquor store lick can support my college fund Put all them f**ing hands up and give me your wallet! Don't make me pull out this whatchamacallit I used to work a 9-to-5 for nothin', scrubbin' a dish No bucket or whip, yeah, I take a bus on this b**h I'm depressed as hell ‘cause I'm in love f**in' this chick But I'm thinking about my ex while she's cuttin' her wrist They can't stomach my sh**, they don't know how Only live They grew up with silver spoons like Only's homies did I won't be rich and we won't be stars But a f** I don't give, so don't be hard This isn't the first time that I wrote these bars sh** got stolen when they broke into my car So this is the rewrite, and it only seems right If my mood changes when Sape brings back in the beat, like–