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We Cant Win!!!
Contributed by
compton-tre-block
on
Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 04:50:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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The last days we're facin, that's the case when the emanicpation
Proclamation decays, back to the plantation
The government plottin a nuclear detonation
Destroyin vegetation, water, the Newer Order means starvation
The I on the dollar symbolise illumination
of society, secretly overseein population
Understand it, the government plans to enslave the planet
I'm trapped in a faze, thinkin of ways, can it
happen? 85 percent of the population nappin
Prayin in churches, catchin the Holy Ghost clappin
Across the border travellin, I found the Nile across the water
Teachin my peoples the age of the Newer Order
Twenty five to click blood line, we toast off wine
Snap clips in 9's, wit minds more advanced than Einstein
and Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
Take it out, we can't get in
We can't win!!
See I, wrote up a composition, I made a decision
for competition, some invite lifestyles that I be livin
Wit tribes I been in, wit the little brothers that's sinnin
So I started to vision, crack fiends formin
On collision, my mind is in that position for soul fishin
My only dream was to be a musician..
Better yet a mortician, that's the life condition
Cuz everybody knows they gonna die, crackers analyse
killin black guyz, plus I feels the vibe, mother cries
Plenty mothers that try, now that she knows her son's gonna die
Take a trip, pass the lye, now ease..
The mind escape from the crimes of "Los Angeles Times"
Cuz I'm one of the brothers who made it throughout the others
The Rotten Apple's tryin to break loose from these shackles
No doubt, I follow routes, guzzlin Hennessey, mixed wit style
In the ghetto, we can't get out
We can't win!!!
Nothin can stop the nation, elevation, daily operation
Since man creation, we increase the population
Proper education, got us tappin in information
Preventin from gettin locked under top-secret investigation
A million minds in one body designed to decline society
They wanna lease 1.2 billion deceased
While the rest is left with the mark of the beast on their domepiece
Prepare, the signs of the times now are near
That I'll wake scare, findin Zaire, soon be here
So tune your ears, and be saved from a slave
cuz in a matter of days I'ma E-Q your brainwaves
Lil Compton the Visualiza is wise as Elijah
Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up inside ya
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the everyday American situation..
Copyright ©
compton-tre-block
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2005-03-10 16:50:58] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: We Cant Win!!!
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 05:01:32 PM AEST (User
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Very nicely done. Creative, insightful and simply beautiful. Well written and flows nicely, thanks for sharing.
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Re: We Cant Win!!!
(User Rating: 1 ) by Red_October on
Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 05:11:21 PM AEST (User
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unbelievable. u r one of those people i'd give almost anything to meet. very inspirational. Tiffany J. |
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Re: We Cant Win!!!
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 11th March 2005 @ 05:37:47 AM AEST (User
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Wow.
For a minute back there, I thought you were going to rhyme 'L.A. Times' with 'rhymes'.
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