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Date Posted: 17:35:03 12/08/03 Mon
Here I come, watching angels break North,
As they stride, their overcoats glide back and forth.
I care nothing about anything, and that's evident.
They say all I love is my hatred and some dead girlfriend.
Sound crazy? Well it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
I learned that in school then I dropped out,
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.
I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you flaunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With hatred, my success came speedy.
But it got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every tear I cry, another angel drops.
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinking in quicksand.
But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn:
So here I am with my posse, out on the ave,
Bump my sounds, crack a tequila and laugh.
Cool out and watch my new overcoat gleam,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block,
You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot:
Pregnant teens,
angels's screams,
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
You don't come here much, and you better not.
Wrong move, bang! Ambulance cot.
I gotta get more money than you got,
So what, if some sexist pig gets fucked?
That's how the game is played,
Another angel slayed,
The wound is deep,
BUT the government is giving us US-AID.
My education is low but I got long dough,
I rise like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.
Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,
My angels are my best friends, cold as a mortician.
You wanna lock angels up? We're genocidal catastrophe.
There'll be another one after us, those Angels wannabes.
Life's a joke and we're never gonna be broke,
When we die, let there be bullets and gunsmoke.
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