IMPOLITE $OCIETY - City of God lyrics

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IMPOLITE $OCIETY - City of God lyrics

Verse 1: [Kala Ra] Souls- blowin in the Breeze While this industry's Keepin minds idle- buildin suicidal tendencies Weepin' moms-cry to God- trynna tend to three- Babies- still workin jobs- nine to five, ten to three Lately we'll, rob and steal- for expensive needs Twistin trees- broken hearts- don't heal Like no injury The Cold- in the Streets, prick you like pins and needles Though we repent- we still payin for our Sins and deeds So we Pray for Change- now when you talkin to the youth Lies seem CommonPlace- the Truth may Be Strange I'm trynna break my Chains- feel like ABel facin Cain Wish my Brothers stop k**in each Other And Embrace the Pain And take Back yo Name- I saw the other Side My Mother Died- and both my Parents was on Crack Cocaine All that sh** was not in Vain Don't reMain Hypnotized Be Livin Proof- we Can Rise- and be God aGAIN Chorus: [Kala Ra] Tears in my Eyes- Made it hard to see Clear = plus the Fear was Inside Revolution is Here- it Appeared in DIsguise Really ain't no Limit between here and the Skies If we'll Realize - got Tears in my Eyes- Made it hard to see Clear = plus the Fear was Inside Revolution is Here- it Appeared in DIsguise Really ain't no Limit between here and the Skies If we Choose the Rise Verse 2: [Kala Ra] I swear our Children need a Hug Money Weed and Slugs d**h- Sex and Drugs CruciFied- and barely See the Judge How did we Adjust n***as Dyin- that ain't Stressin Us Dig another Grave I guess thats what Slaves Destined For Then some people say Maybe its God Testin Us Goin thru the Worst it can only brng out the Best in Us I be froze when we Say we the Chosen Few How you Know God aiint Choose the Rest of Us We Blessed or What? - Right now I'm Restn Up I got Long Journeys aHead o Me Strong- stern and I'm Dedicated When we was Smokin that Strong- Burnin that Medicated We would Build on how n***as need To Learn and get Educated Just to Make it- Them Leaders know Knowledge is Next to Sacred Tried to Leave wit ya Shirt on And they Left you Naked So I learned that its Best to Take it Slow - and use what you Know to Grow Cuz they eStimatin the Moves and we Check Mated Chorus Verse 3 [ELEE X] (Question...) What's an honest living when nothing is sacred and morals are nonexistent? I ain't Robbin Hood(s) I rob rich kids and break bread with those in my position I'm probably tripping Cause sh**, honestly I'm kinda twisted Pondering the consequences of my contradictions I laugh... It's funny how like minds change ...mines was always kinda different When I'm gone... I jus wanna be remembered So I write on walls like Hieroglyphics And talk my sh** on wax ...but not enough of y'all be listening And all the lil sh** y'all say real sh** ...we find it not convincing But it's cool G Cause I could pawn my wrist and be like shut up ho! And y'all scared of the hood, but I be e'y-f**in-where like what up folks? What up lord? What up moe? And yea, I could bargain for the low I'm jus tryna raise these shorties higher And see my lil gardens grow While you still paying bills... I'll be selling my excess By the end of tonight I could make more than you can expect in yo next check So naw, I ain't no broke bitter rapper I'm a bitter, ballin' a** MC Shaking garbage bags til they empty Break it all down like we gentry, get me Chorus: Verse 4 [ELEE X] ...thought I caught Rahm slipping Quick to flick my sh** off safety Said to myself "self, this muhfugga stupid..." Then he faced me Maybe I said that sh** out loud Cause ol' boy was lookin at me crazy First thought was beat the b**h up Mossied off gracefully New Years Day, 1804 back in Haiti My mental drifts like continental shifts Pushed my pistol back in my Pendleton No incidents, coincidentally... I was strolling down memory lane Scrolling through some pictures when... I saw my guys posing w/ Rahm Like, ain't this some sh**? All that work for nothing...? f** it, we keep it moving like itinerants ...like minds change ...mines was always kinda different Shining in the distance Like an unwilling star Rock boys, sans drums and guitars... We've come really far, alhamdulillah