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lirik lagu denizen kane – lastchild speaks


yo, this is for them days that’s gone,
sit back and reminisce and play this song,
ya some of us got left, the rest is bravin’ on.
i face the storm just holdin’ a split,
and facin’ calm, i watch these mother f-ckers fakin’ strong,
tryn’a take us on.
cut throat killers, playas that’s really p-wns,
game got their brains chained to paper chases, dragged on.
i babel on the whole, past the war path where i was born.
swords clash again to 144 gats that change the form.
scatterin’ fire, battles for hire,
dismantlin’ the system of liars, devils conspire.
the spirit of a sniper inside of a scripture writer,
and decipher with some simple sh-t, killin’ fict-tious rhymers.
seein’ suspicious vipers circle streets we restrained in,
raised in containing this game of death, we play to win.
every day they takin’ us in, creatin’ ways to make this sh-t a safer place for them to rape us again.
i hate the government, business, the way the livin’ has been,
the industry, i’m sick of seein’ stupidity segregatin’ skin,
sick of men that disrespect women, but i’m also sick of chickens that’s just playin’ the stereotypes they given.
i ain’t got no wisdom i shut the f-ck up and listen,
identify the bullsh-t and keep the knowledge hidden.
i can hear you, i just say feelin’ you, there’s a difference,
and i don’t hate on no one, i just put up resistance.
you know the business, y’all know the routine, you know the way it is and how it ought to be,
and what’s the difference between,
you know the scene and the motherf-ckin’ mainstream, reality a strange dream,
everything’s a war, pick your team.
we addicted to greed, hearin’ chicago machine, and every area inside of the scheme.
we call american the “nation of the plantation” babel on system,
we battlin’ for liberation while they place us in prisons.
but no one listens, kid,
i know the majority’s sittin’ dissin’,
givin’ last child’s criticism over what i’m spittin’.
and meanwhile, i’m slittin’ my wrists,
with pages that i’ve writtin’,
just to let some mother f-ckers know how bad it’s gettin’.
but f-ck it, pay me no mind, takin’ my time,
shakin’ every mistake from my f-ckin’ life off my slide.
creatin’ a rhyme, that’s dedicated to wasting away and askin’ why, flashin’ at the sky, waiting on god to cry.
we gotta get high, cuz soon enough we hit the ground,
why should we look ahead when no one seems to give a sh-t now?
livin’ in sound,
so y’all don’t see me but your eyes can be deceived easily y’all,
believe me.
so till the police leave,
until the streets live and breathe,
until we all rich and ain’t n-body in need,
until i see some politicians bleed for everything that they could have done but didn’t cuz of greed,
until we all free, f-ck the world, p-ss the weed,
life ain’t what it seems y’all we chasin’ fantasies.
i’m planning on patiently persevering p-ssively,
ask your seeds why we do, this ain’t no future to me.
shoot the breeze off the new beats while stupid emcees, confuse me as another victim of their useless conceive.
true to my rhymes, and true to my mind, y’all can’t compete, cuz like the late david ginsberg, i’m f-cking you neat.
rest in peace.