Lyrics

Yo Kool Ken Talk to em Young X on the beat Zone 15 Produkkionz Word Yo I'm Done Playing Games Your stories and lies I won't entertain I'm staying sane I want peace when I walk in my home I want peace when I pick up my phone I want peace when I'm chillin alone Most of all I want world peace Before the gravestone Ya know What's with all this pressure And all these labels Zombified working just to pay bills Living paycheck to paycheck Securing the bag, only broke people say that So save that Keepin ya mind preoccupied Blind to the otherside Still mourning yesterday's homicide (Which one) Marketed promoted and advertised The old still cry but the young are desensitized Disrespectful doing what we let em do It's time to check em Build a better world to view I know they strapped and ready to blast Stuck in the trap defending the rats Eyes wide open but they still can't see They follow the whispers of the enemy Subliminal messages turning me savage Got me confused not knowing who I'm blastin I'm shooting wildly in the dark Blinded by the spark I know it's wrong but I can't separate the Real from the art I stay in my feelings swimming with the sharks I stay inebriated had to drown my heart Demons haunting my mental I'm always skrew faced never showing my dentals You don't know what I been through You know what I've seen You ain't cut from the same cloth We ain't on the same team You just rocking the uniform But the other team is who you rooting for Walking contradiction, living in fiction Yo, And now you got a drug addiction Why'd you do that What made you want to put poison ya system Now you catching feelings When you shoulda missed em Because your friend did it You heard it in a song Thought you try it one time But now the pains too strong Your mind is underdeveloped In other words you're weak Scared to do your own thang Scared to be unique Yo, We Kings and Queens Royalty of the mind Not just material things The realness I bring Tellin truth In the songs that I sing Give my people hope Instead of making it sting Been whooped for too long Stop beatin on me We gotta take care of you I'm talkin you and me I'm counting on we I call it Unity Come together as one In our community We can fight back by building wealth Growing our own farms Protectin our own health Stockpiling bigger arms but Staying stealth Survival of the fittest Betterment of oneself Minister of self defense Get out our business You can keep your 2 cents You ain't gonna win this No more false claims I'm done playing games No more false claims I'm done playing games
Writer(s): Kenneth Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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