• So make a move an plead the fifth 'cause ya Can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun these people ain't seen a Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One Bare witness to the sickest shot while suckas Get romantic They gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we're lampin' still clockin' dirt for our Sweat A ballots dead so bullets what I get A thousand years you had the tools We should be taken 'em Fuck the g ride I want the machines that are Makin' em.

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