Vent ( unfinished )
Mf so stuck in da clouds, can't even see what's goin on around
We need to turn off da television ,pick up a newspaper and pay attention you see
This thing bigger then us but da world so cold who do you trust
When da government still shitting on us
Promise of change but them niggas just toying with us
Selling false dreams ,distracting us,
Black killing blacks is there no future for us
Why you think these Lil shortys drop out of school and start selling angle dust
the system was made to imprison us
Sending my brother to fight a war dat don't got shit to do with us
Them people don't give a fuck bout us
They just wanna lock us up
See us struggle Get us lost in da system and forget bout us
Come on get high with me
Light it up and send it to da sky with me
Put our problems in da past and touch da sky with me
Help me turn dis shit into a master piece
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