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Meditate Remix


Sometimes I meditate on all the stuff they did to us 

The pain will never allievate

Poppin pills, sippin lean, smoking green

I need to medicate

I dont have time to meditate

 

Decorate with the yellow tape, throw you in jail you a bathing ape

Stuck in a cell, you can't escape, what is my fate?

 

Baby open your third eye, this isn't apartheid

But what they can do keeps me up at night

Get beat in the streets like Rodney King or Stephen Biko

Know you heard of the evils

 

KKK was hoodie up now they persecute us for the same shit

I guess I need to watch my language, fuck it I'm getting a stainless

 

I don't blame you for getting wasted

I don't blame you for wanting them Franklins

I don't blame you for not having patience 

I don't blame you for resentment

 

We were born as kings treated as peasants, crooked system made us felons 

Don't plan for the future cause were not here in the present still think on the past

 

 

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