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lirik lagu sweet peaches - exodus

[intro kendrick lamar monologue]:
i remembered you was conflicted
misusing your influence, sometimes i did the same
abusing my power full of resentment
resentment that turned into a deep depression
found myself screaming in the hotel room
lucifer was all around

[prelude]:
we thought it was the land of bliss
don’t toss us into the abyss
they forced us out- call it exodus

[arun’s verse]:
fields became fallow
and the bowl got dusty
family leaving
and we ran outta money
man in the tractor
30s benedict arnold
tunneling through our homes
hurts like carpal
forced to move out like
israelites with moses
hopelessness setting
in feeling atrocious

[sathvik’s verse]:
gimmicks they all wack
we all timid in the back
used to be sharecroppers
now call us land hoppers
selling sh-t for twenty dollars
now we just penny brawlers
rolling all solo and the tenants just jack our flow
p-ssing daily borders
all we need is order
route 66 risky since we need a thrifty fix
ridin’ out roamin’ – now we got missin’ home syndrome
acute stress disorder – so low on da pecking order
handbills – they all fake so we stand still – now we okies just cronies
contractors they actors on the tractors, landowners gettin’ fatter spanned over
we wish they were sober

[neil’s verse]:
along the way we see fields of dirt and dust
with the hope of success and of sinful l-st
but beauty is just an illusion
american dream a delusion
our grandparents fell
like our hopes and dreams you could tell
though we’ve finally made it
along the way it seems
like we came up from h-ll’s pit
we look for work, jobs
they treat us like sc-m
don’t even allow us to pick their plums
enforce unfair housing with rules
they whip us like mules
mess with our brains
control our whole life like a picture frame
what has our society become
we might as well die in a government controlled slum

[roland’s verse]:
we picked a lotta peaches
still got paid nothing
cops, bankers, owners
keeping us oppressed
no time to rest
we just tryna do our best
migrants working hard, hours on hours
we’re treated like the dirt we work
we’re becoming berserk
all their promises were nothing but lies
everybody roaring in outcry
the family’s living off 50 cents daily
can’t feed our babies
our world’s become so grey
everyday hoping for higher pay
spent years dreaming of the promised land
but in the end it was all just a scam

[fdr]: there is nothing to fear but fear itself

[pranav’s verse]:
now we’re nearing the end
this rhyme is coming to a close
the rebellion is rising
just like a budding rose
it’s all your fault there’s no proper wealth distribution
now it’s time for your retribution
our anger engulfs the land that was ours
now we are the ones who are in power
we’ve gathered our weapons
and we’re ready to fight
for once in our lives
there’s victory in sight

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