Ma** Appeal - Delaney Card lyrics

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Ma** Appeal - Delaney Card lyrics

[Verse 1] We have a subculture in our society and it resides in the ghetto We are conditioning people to fail We are conditioning people to become alcoholics We are conditioning them to be violent And we give them no other mechanisms with which to cope It is a process that is taking place Because of forces that are conditioning this response [Verse 2] I'm blocked-raised When they send it through you I'm not fazed Stealth knife help with shelf life in a star gaze Wolf bruise and wolf Gs got high, shot James Different Grinds but I'm getting mine is the top phrase Whole crew had durags we rock waves Catch a L for the [?] the top shades Before pitching front, the kitchen was a den of thieves And they used to play the [?] like a seven seas A rough patch not enough scratch for a quarter Jewels Some say we tripping here in pockets is a forty deuce Both summer games when it's hunger pains felt those I made greens and name bells from shelltoes A few pairs of tears lost a sway from the stand Threw hands through bamboos before they made blunts Sound of Canons brown banners in the backdrop Can't help but notice that our lowest king is crack rock City was a powder cake we short fuels Really I ain't got a bag or tools Catch a lame snatching chains to inviting school children Played in burnt buildings from Jewish lightning Each step for us was traitorous but fear was frightening Not too proud for Calvary style she was biting Cause you was biting [?] [Chorus] Found a rotten apple that spoiled the bunch This time youths we got j**els we got j**els we got juice Found a rotten apple that spoiled the bunch This time youths we got j**els we got j**els we got juice [Verse 3] We was dormant next to the lights The night bugging in morning expecting the cops Shorty wa watching but we is trying the clock If we entice see em strike now the iron is hot Thought the hood love was good brothers died on the curb Official here or we in there is your pride in your word With pistols [?] crystals clear In the mix trying tricks to get what I highly deserve Ben Sire and his empire a king in his county Couple Queens scope me hopefully they bringing the diary Draw all is flawless what they ringing is cloudy It's more truth i'm bringing and singing it loudly [Chorus] Found a rotten apple that spoiled the bunch This time youths we got j**els we got j**els we got juice Found a rotten apple that spoiled the bunch This time youths we got j**els we got j**els we got juice We got j**els we got j**els we got juice