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Denizen Kane
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Lastchild Speaks
Yo, this is for them days that's gone
Sit back and reminisce and play this song
Ya some of us got left, the rest is bravin' on
I face the storm just holdin' a split
And facin' calm, I watch these mother fuckers fakin' strong
Tryn'a take us on
Cut throat killers, playas that's really pawns
Game got their brains chained to paper chases, dragged on
I babel on the whole, past the war path where I was born
Swords clash again to 144 gats that change the form
Scatterin' fire, battles for hire
Dismantlin' the system of liars, Devils conspire
The spirit of a sniper inside of a scripture writer
And decipher with some simple shit, killin' fictitious rhymers
Seein' suspicious vipers circle streets we restrained in
Raised in containing this game of death, we play to win
Every day they takin' us in, creatin' ways to make this shit a safer place for them to rape us again
I hate the government, business, the way the livin' has been
The industry, I'm sick of seein' stupidity segregatin' skin
Sick of men that disrespect women, but I'm also sick of chickens that's just playin' the stereotypes they given
I ain't got no wisdom I shut the fuck up and listen
Identify the bullshit and keep the knowledge hidden
I can hear you, I just ain't feelin' you, there's a difference
And I don't hate on no one, I just put up resistance
You know the business, y'all know the routine, you know the way it is and how it ought to be
And what's the difference between
You know the scene and the motherfuckin' mainstream, reality a strange dream
Everything's a war, pick your team
We addicted to cream, hearin' Chicago Machine, and every area inside of the scheme
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We call American the 'Nation of the Plantation' Babylon system
We battlin' for liberation while they place us in prisons
But no one listens, kid
I know the majority's sittin' dissin'
Givin' last child's criticism over what I'm spittin'
And meanwhile, I'm slittin' my wrists
With pages that I've written
Just to let some mother fuckers know how bad it's gettin'
But fuck it, pay me no mind, takin' my time
Shakin' every mistake from my fuckin' life off my slide
Creatin' a rhyme, that's dedicated to wasting away and askin' why, flashin' at the sky, waiting on God to cry
We gotta get high, cuz soon enough we hit the ground
Why should we look ahead when no one seems to give a shit now?
Livin' in sound
So y'all don't see me but your eyes can be deceived easily y'all
Believe me
So til the police leave
Until the streets live and breathe
Until we all rich and ain't nobody in need
Until I see some politicians bleed for everything that they could have done but didn't cuz of greed
Until we all free, fuck the world, pass the weed
Life ain't what it seems y'all we chasin' fantasies
I'm planning on patiently persevering passively
Ask your seeds why we do, this ain't no future to me
Shoot the breeze off the new beats while stupid emcees, confuse me for another victim of their useless conceive
True to my rhymes, and true to my mind, y'all can't compete, cuz like the late David Ginsberg, I'm fucking unique
Rest in peace
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