Promoe - Positive & Negative lyrics

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Promoe - Positive & Negative lyrics

"Promoe the number one public enemy with split personalities/ and both rap for anarchy./ Keeping my beard long like pops in the seventies/ burning flags screaming f** the Kennedies./ many see me as a hoodlum at best a good bum/ letting out anger over ba** and snare drums./ f**ing up eardrums of those with high income/ holding king Carl Gustav for ransom./ Leaving Madeleine in labour pains while I'm bombin' trains/ tryin' to bring back the days of '36 in Spain/ and y'all claim I'm too negative/ talkin' bout Sweden's really a nice place to live./ Oh I'm supposed to be satisfied cause I got a fatter life/ than my brothers and sisters who die on the other side of the planet/ It's all connected god damn it/ if you leave the third world stranded./ The first and the second will soon be drowned/ in the blood sweat and tears of the people we hold down./ Hold up! That's something you will never understand/ f** that man, I'm tryin' to take a stand./ You might just laugh but I'm tryin' to walk a righteous path/ stumblin' though, drunk off of wine made from grapes of wrath/ Me I'm tired of doing the math when nothing adds up/ the good's always down the bad's up that s**s/ Life's a b**h and then you die/ wrong life's a biiatch and then you decide/ To do something about it/ sh**'ll only drive you crazy if you allow it/ Everyday I wake up late in the afternoon/ thinkin' to myself something's gotta happen soon/ I'm rackin' food at the corner store to make ends meet/ spent my last dime on the hard disc and the MPC/ Embee, me, Cosmic, Supreme put out cream to make this dream come true/ invest my life in this Looptroop crew/ State got me on trial again this time I'm innocent/ but of course I got convicted cus they want every cent/ If it ain't rent or taxes they charge me a fine/ for being at the wrong place at the wrong time/ With the wrong state of mind the state wants what's mines/ but the government is thugs so I'm a resort to crime/ As well I don't care about jail/ cus all I do all day anyway is lift weights and masturbate/ Then I try and get it straight cus the voice inside my head be keeping me awake at night/ forcing me to stay up and write. Some dope material so that I might/ turn this negative sh** into positive cus something's gots to give, f** it I gots to live/ f** it I gots to live../