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Land of the Lost
Verse:
It's no doubt I'm a menace to white supremacy
So many suidical thoughts have gotten into me
My people still trapped in mental slavery
The cops still torment us on the daily
Sadly miseducated and gentrified
Watching us small fries get deep fried
Seeing us being killed is traumatizing
The pain of reality has me terrified
People dying, from bullets flying
Painful tears, from mothers crying
The aftereffects got us divided
It's common that my people are too afraid of logic
I know my worth because my blood royal
And the pain from poverty just makes my blood boil
Walking thru the streets, all alone, without a chrome
Made me wonder will I ever make it home
Hook:
Land of the free?
Home of the brave?
The land of the weak
The home of the enslaved
The home of the masters
The land of the slaves
The land of the lost
The home of the depraved
Where ain't nobody free
Where ain't nobody safe
Where everything's a lie
Where everything is staged
Where everybody tries
Where everything's at stake
Where all the heroes die
And all the villains are praised
Verse #2:
The truth's the sweetest pain
Till you have to hear it
That's why we never listen
Or never pay attention
Until you become the victim
The pain can be horrific
I'm sorry you caught a glimpse
And I see you feel very different
Learned from my history and took pride from it
Never lived in moment cause you can die from it
We constantly suffer from the systemic greed
Woe is me, the police are ready to make a point of me
Can't you see? They are afraid because we're kings to be
And as kings, we play it smart just to protect the queens
It hurts that we visualize our reality
Turning to anything that we can to dodge insanity
Drinking and smoking weed, is how we cope with calamities
Broken from animosity, trapped inside of the savagery
Home of the wolves and land of the sheeps
Where they kill off the strong and torture the weak
Hook:
Land of the free?
Home of the brave?
The land of the weak
The home of the enslaved
The home of the masters
The land of the slaves
The land of the lost
The home of the depraved
Where ain't nobody free
Where ain't nobody safe
Where everything's a lie
Where everything is staged
Where everybody tries
Where everything's at stake
Where all the heroes die
And all the villains are praised
It's no doubt I'm a menace to white supremacy
So many suidical thoughts have gotten into me
My people still trapped in mental slavery
The cops still torment us on the daily
Sadly miseducated and gentrified
Watching us small fries get deep fried
Seeing us being killed is traumatizing
The pain of reality has me terrified
People dying, from bullets flying
Painful tears, from mothers crying
The aftereffects got us divided
It's common that my people are too afraid of logic
I know my worth because my blood royal
And the pain from poverty just makes my blood boil
Walking thru the streets, all alone, without a chrome
Made me wonder will I ever make it home
Hook:
Land of the free?
Home of the brave?
The land of the weak
The home of the enslaved
The home of the masters
The land of the slaves
The land of the lost
The home of the depraved
Where ain't nobody free
Where ain't nobody safe
Where everything's a lie
Where everything is staged
Where everybody tries
Where everything's at stake
Where all the heroes die
And all the villains are praised
Verse #2:
The truth's the sweetest pain
Till you have to hear it
That's why we never listen
Or never pay attention
Until you become the victim
The pain can be horrific
I'm sorry you caught a glimpse
And I see you feel very different
Learned from my history and took pride from it
Never lived in moment cause you can die from it
We constantly suffer from the systemic greed
Woe is me, the police are ready to make a point of me
Can't you see? They are afraid because we're kings to be
And as kings, we play it smart just to protect the queens
It hurts that we visualize our reality
Turning to anything that we can to dodge insanity
Drinking and smoking weed, is how we cope with calamities
Broken from animosity, trapped inside of the savagery
Home of the wolves and land of the sheeps
Where they kill off the strong and torture the weak
Hook:
Land of the free?
Home of the brave?
The land of the weak
The home of the enslaved
The home of the masters
The land of the slaves
The land of the lost
The home of the depraved
Where ain't nobody free
Where ain't nobody safe
Where everything's a lie
Where everything is staged
Where everybody tries
Where everything's at stake
Where all the heroes die
And all the villains are praised
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