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1 Contributor3 LyricsRetire permanently to ruin

The scorn of society sharpened my teeth

Equipping me to strip the meat from it's bleeding body

The scraps I eat drip with opportunity

I'm the latest in a line of survivors

Unidentifiable and subordinate men

And betrayed and brutalized women themselves

Themselves, fellow pixels in a picture of diaspora

Rhetoric is a burden, a frivolity used as political currency

It's conflicting, to say the least, to want to use metaphor to speak as deeply as meaning will allow while still fully aware that

This message will fall on blind ears

Y'all dont really hear me, though

I had to step down and simplify to speak this shit

And y'all still don't even hear me

1 Contributor6 LyricsYour going to be robbed blind of your life in broad daylight and then, in a weeks time

Have your death rendered meaningless as it's included in the immobile national conversation

(We're going to be killed either way)

Each american walks through running rivers of blood every day

I'm much less interested in someone speaking consensus with me as I am in seeing us both serve reciprocity

Your gonna have every excuse erected against you as the argument turns to the need to execute

I will not be dehumanized, if I have to live in fear, then so should you

This could come from a coupling of

Violent opposition and political activity

But too many more people's children will die

As we fruitlessly try to prove the value of our lives to whites

And "authorities" who regularly abuse their power with impunity

I only know what I want from the future

And I know what I want I must simply take so

We will start shooting back, and maybe even first

1 Contributor7 LyricsIt's increasingly clear that I have some kind of death wish

Like so many others facing all of the same risks

I must still call this structure what it surely is

(Insidious, pervasive, expanding)

Black people cannot speak peace, love and pray, and dream of tomorrow whilst unwilling to identify what must be destroyed today

Those who rose to divert the flow of new money have met most violent deaths

Don't think that the time won't come when you'll get got or be killed for much less

Don't think that I don't know

What happens when black leaders voices grow strong

Wait until their cases are as cold as their corpses

To say that they were right all along, don't think I don't know

What happens to black leaders when their voices grow strong

Wait until their cases are as cold as their corpses

To say that they were right all along, don't think I don't know

It's an irrelevant concern, whether capitalism will work for me or not

I ask myself instead, "Will I live well enough to be assassinated

Or just long enough to get shot?"

2 ContributorsInextricable LyricsAs I sit or stand or whatever, I wring my hands with aspirations of truly clear speech and exhale my bile. But what of my potential to do a disservice with my words, my work? What of the erroneous pre-conceived notions of the worlds might I inadvertantly affirm? It's not about attention, it's about action. I've heard talk of the "ghetto," but never really seen it in a place. I know some spots where they want the most cops, but that's still gang shit, just with a different face

2 ContributorsCreated In H.I.S. Image LyricsIn the reoccurring nightmare of yr leaden stride, you'd skinned yrself in line in yr real life. You passed off to my cousin what you hoped to resign, the doubt, dread, and mistrust you'd been assigned. It's just a waste of pain, to only live inside the limitations of a name. We all seek the privilege of privileged nonexistence, to fit into a mitten made of television, but I cannot speak to you. I fear yr fear, I fear yr fucking gun. I'm yr manslaughter, forced in a satchel. I'm yr enemy, also yr army. I was given meat, and I could feed for a week. But give a nigga a brick and the whole neighborhood can eat. And if you always check to see if yr the man of these streets, you miss the opportunities to see yrself in me. I lose the time to understand a hell I don't know, the failure to escape one of this white world's forms of mind control. And I silently sadly think of the impossible seeming unity of allies who look like me

2 ContributorsTwo Hits LyricsTwo hits of the fucking loudpac and closer to the God I'll be. Dawn's quiet sound; and in the background you can just make out 44 million voices screaming, begging with arms outstretched, fucking with me. Yr right with the God or pretending to be, awaiting some nigga to smoke out yr head. These shells know no names. Their targets are already born dead

2 ContributorsBut Fucking Why? LyricsWeakness is blood thirst, yr blood in my eyes blinds. Blindness is a moment of weakness in which I lash out at controls placed over my life, which I see in those whom I despise. But fucking why? Macho manifestation. Macho man infestation. I create the environments I seek to destroy, but fucking why? My anger separates me from the freedom I seek to enjoy, but fucking why?

2 ContributorsCloser 2 Tha God LyricsShake down the world for that fucking wealth. I can't even get a chance to kill myself. Maybe I won’t even have a face as I wait in line to dig my own grave. You extend/I anticipate an early death and drugs make this world easier to accept. We cannot shriek enough through these months which pass like minutes. If my life, Black life, is prohibited then I'm just gonna get it. And if there is truly no difference between us 2, and the values our potentials are equivalent, understand my fury at yr fucking violence and how to you it simply just means business. If you hear something enough you'll think it’s true//while millions of little dins whitewash themselves against our solitude//while you think it's the God that yr getting closer to