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KRISTASTROPHE Boxed in, exhausted I breathe in the toxins Lost in this nonsense Bed becomes the coffin Victim of this system Suffer stress must be a symptom Imprisoned in my consciousness Just staring out my window Wishing to be the answer To suppressing the rapture World's run by banks and politricks That plan pending disaster Distracted by a 9 to 5 Just slaving for the master Can't even find the time To strive for dreams I'm chasing after Capturing what matters Fitting in with rhythmic patterns Letter from mental prison cell Wrote by a dim-lit lantern Informing those ignoring warnings Written in these chapters Within bars, inflicting scars Under the skin like cancer But who am I? But 1Voize speaking aloud Shouting out the walls Of this internal prison cell DOWN LOW THA B365T This isn't living well Sitting in this living hell What's the difference between Projects and a prison cell? How about a zealot And a infidel? And isn't hatred toward others A prison in itself? We're all prisoners Every last one of us With the prison guards Training their guns on us If change is coming Then it's gotta come from us Creator up above How do we adjust? To the coming storm I see the clouds as they form The children of the corn Born not to confirm To those in uniform That's fairy tales like unicorns We can't stop, won't stop Matter of fact we do it more Who can rescue me? And save me from myself? Or do I have the keys To free me from this prison cell? DODGER BLUE Life in a box Doing time in the projects Lost in a prison Industrial complex (Yup) Victim of recidivism Ain't no individualism Treated like a inmate Even out the prison system (Ain't that a bitch) Given wisdom But refusing to help Yeah it's the land of opportunity For those with the wealth (Only if you got paper) And these keys in the breeze I can make a few G'z And with Chapo locked up I ain't asking a thing (Where's he coming from?) Fucking with my livelihood I will commence to getting off I failed school But I can spell Kalashnikov (Click clack) Unaware of problems Couple decades from contra All I know is AKs cost me 700 dollars (700) Descendent of a zoot-suit All I know is shoot shoot Big guns, I graduated From deuce deuce
Writer(s): Christian Gonzalez, Christian Lomeli, Dario Lomeli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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