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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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