Mo (Rapper) - Dirty War (Gimme More) lyrics

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Mo (Rapper) - Dirty War (Gimme More) lyrics

[Verse 1: EggWhites] My cousin owns the streets, yeah he got forty acres To feed him and his fam, see him now, he's a baker Soda product's the best, you know he bound to test He'll keep a little on the side and then he'll sell the rest Wasn't always like this, used to only push weed But it all changed with Mr. Reagan's WOD Crack and blow and dope and blues Got a safehouse-full of product you're free to choose Papa tryna provide for his boy and his girl To keep them fed he'd sell all the rock in the world Then Reagan's Feds, put a price on his head Cart him off to the pen and now his fam in the red Living in a dirty war, you know it's hard DEA tryna put a brotha 'hind bars Five years for five grams, that's a whack ratio One hundred times more for crack than white collar blow Got the CIA working with Iran-Contra Got Mr. and Mrs. President spewin' their mantra Got Daryl Gates saying we should just shoot the users They even got the news propaganda effusin', saying [Break] [Verse 2: IND] Since Flight 93 the world's been less black and white And more like white vs. brown vs. black and yellow, ain't that right? I'm tryna be clear, so lemme make sure that I aimed that right The color of your skin changes when you flick that light The color of your skin changes when you hit that pipe The color of your skin affects how well you sleep at night The color of my skin shouldn't even matter aight? (The scales of justice should be colorblind right?) I'm so appalled at the way it's all constructed But what else can we do? Except as we are instructed This is the war that will not end This is our life we cannot pretend [Bridge: IND] The Feds tryna control us and U.O.E.N.O. it Society boxes us in and U.O.E.N.O. it We're told where we can't go and we can't control it That's the scariest thing to me cause they watch us and we know it (2x) [Break] [Verse 3: Mo] Governments sprawlin', yeah they graspin' at straws and Their fall man is the f**in' neighborhood god damn Writin' clauses, treatin' symptoms not causes Pausin', while special interests diggin' they claws in Flaws in, the arguments is parsin' the law thin Draws in, the muddled minds that they got applaudin' Pawin', and callin' for this Martial law thing Crawlin', and wilin' like they ain't got naw sins Wrong spin, I'm tellin' you the current ways no win Your gla** inn, can't handle stones so stop throwin' Trials, ha! Innocent, na! They got the jail on speed dial Tryna' put me away ma Promises, of equality fall to sh** Premise is, law doesn't depend on your premises That's bogus, b**h Rules don't apply if you're stupid rich POTUS hear this, your policy is a glitch