Peace

I heard that the hood moved to the suburbs
I'm still tryna make my peace with my demons and my mother
I'm just tryna make my peace with crazy ass brothers
I've been putting in work but they ain't working with each other

Got one up in Bako, the other out in Texas
First one pro-Castro, second one pro-Brexit
Yeah the black one's racist and the white one's flexing
That we're part Africano my momma confessed it, ah

Yeah I'm bad to the bone
Schizophrenic shit's genetic you don't wanna take me home
'Cause I'm driving 'cross the country with my forty-five chrome
Gonna shoot the forty-fifth president in the dome

I been robbing these banks just to pay back my loans
Fucking the system by playing a rhythm that turn a Medusa into stone
I named my pipe Medusa 'cause that shit get me stoned
I'm just tryna make my piece make my peace

Free my mind from all these chains
Free my mind from this money game
Been dreaming of making my money rain
Straight faking love just to hide the pain

I said free my mind from all these chains
Free my mind from this money game
Been dreaming of making my money rain
Straight faking love just to hide the pain

Firelit, firelight, light a fuckin spliff tonight
South Central, Boyle Heights, Hollywood, (Westside)
They're kicking us out of the cities to make it look more pretty
They've been breaking us into bits, now we broke, brown, and bitty

No gas, no ass, no grass, no supper
Just big money dreams and a long fucking summer
Been tryna stay away from the brown power brothers
Now I'm standing on the roof like BP muthafucka!

No work, no pay, no papers, no wage
No diamond rings, just green card pains
'Cause the latin's the new nigga and the nigga's the new dog
Whites been tryna kill us both but we can't fucking get along

They're putting our people both back into chains
Guess cheap immigrant labor and slaves make America great again, well
I heard that the good kid grew up to be a gunner
I'm just tryna make my piece make my peace

Free my mind from all these chains
Free my mind from this money game
Been dreaming of making my money rain (Westside)
Straight faking love just to hide the pain (BP muthafucka, goddamn)

I said free my mind from all these chains
Free my mind from this money game
Been dreaming of making my money rain (Westside)
Straight faking love just to hide the pain

(The Citizens are Safe)

I know I talk a lot about peace, but
I don't even know what peace feels like
(When it comes)
I know I talk a lot about peace, but
(It's gonna feel good)
What's it sound like?

When it comes
It's gonna feel good
It's gonna feel good, I promise

When it comes
It's gonna feel good

When it comes
It's gonna feel good
It's gonna feel good, I promise

When it comes
It's gonna feel good
It's gonna feel good, I promise



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Anthony Gutierrez
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