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Its complicated, up to my knees in it And I pray please kill it, but it won’t go So frustrated, I fell asleep dreaming Just as the clouds clear, I wake up under the storm It’s blood red, the streets run with no cause Quick dash for quick cash, no pause Round here, find a little rope Throw it in the sky, you can catch a little hope And that’s real in effect Because that money seems to make a man, feel some respect So tell me who’s spreading the butter? Because I’m trying to make bread, but I’m stuck in the gutter But they say its just a matter of time Every Friday morning, about a quarter to nine When I’m, standing in line, bide my time For that, one job, that their claiming is mine And if it don’t come, then I’ll say that its fine Knowing that it’s straight back, to just writing this rhyme No change in my pocket, not a penny or dime Just a fucked up economy, declining with time Its complicated, up to my knees in it Letras de cancionesAnd I pray please kill it, but it won’t go So frustrated, I fell asleep dreaming Just as the clouds clear, I wake up under the storm We built this from nothing, tell me I’m wrong You get showered with it, under the storm We fight for this war, understand the cause Rewrite the whole chapter, and change the laws So let the battle proceed, the greed we can’t stand Fuck your plan, I’m a one man band I don’t need shit, not one mans hand If life is a beach, I’ll dance in the sand Lets make it clear, believe that I can man Any beat or verse, I will rip it while I handstand Chain me up, or shackle and beat I don’t fall with the weak, I march on my feet Never tell tall tails, when I’m screaming on a beat So I’m aiming for the charts, but they feel it in the street Same reason that they see me and they beep When there cruzin’ in their jeep or there running in their fleet Its complicated, up to my knees in it And I pray please kill it, but it won’t go So frustrated, I fell asleep dreaming Just as the clouds clear, I wake up under the storm We were bred for this war, shackled and beat Watched the weak fall, we arose to our feet Entertained the crowd, dominated the stage In truth, we ain’t nothing but puppets in a cage Dignity gone, self respect lost Warned before, that this would come at a cost When every fight dawns, and it could be your last A suspect reflection, draws over your past Battle commences, bombard the toms Gun shot sounds, play rhythm to the songs Warriors advance, tread new ground We mast flags on land we found Under siege, the Calvary pulls near Militant force is replaced by fear Men turn boys, as they hound us down But we stand tall, to guard our crown From Letras Mania