This Is a Democracy
Blood in the streets and the cops are the crips
Which side you on when they cracking the whip
Blood in the streets and the cops are the crips
Which side you on when they cracking the whip
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on me
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on my generation
(Ain't no hating on my generation)
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on me
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on my generation
(Ain't no hating on my generation)
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on me
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on my generation
(Ain't no hating on my generation)
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on me
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on my generation
Yeah
Shots in the air, there was blood in the streets
It's the cops, there's some beef, cos we wanna be free
We was fucking with the paper, so the people gonna get it
Show them pepper, then he jetted
See these kids won't get curses
They just profit off the peasants, all of them think he's an ass
Never say it in his presence, intimidated by his wealth
History don't get recanted, gotta live it fore you feel it
Face to face with my regrets, consequence of my decisions
Thought you said you was a player, now it's all fuck propaganda
It's ok to be naive, but all these problems need more answers
See I need to get more commas, babymama's getting angsty
Start to seem like I'm a fraud
Such and such ain't he your boy
Man such and such don't talk no more
Loyalty is very deep, but loyal peeps don't come for cheap
Hardly anything for free, balance often hard to keep
Pain I often wish to skip, cops just stopped my fucking boys
Bumping music in the whip
Olopa man, hin take my wallet
Now I'm losing pretty profits
Man I worked too hard for this, so we mobbed out in the streets
Mr President
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
There was blood in the streets
There was blood in the streets
There was blood in the streets
I'm unable to sleep
There was blood in the streets
To the heavens we weep
There was blood in the streets
I'm unable to sleep yeah
Which side you on when they cracking the whip
Blood in the streets and the cops are the crips
Which side you on when they cracking the whip
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on me
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on my generation
(Ain't no hating on my generation)
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on me
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on my generation
(Ain't no hating on my generation)
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on me
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on my generation
(Ain't no hating on my generation)
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on me
Ain't no praying for me, they be hating on my generation
Yeah
Shots in the air, there was blood in the streets
It's the cops, there's some beef, cos we wanna be free
We was fucking with the paper, so the people gonna get it
Show them pepper, then he jetted
See these kids won't get curses
They just profit off the peasants, all of them think he's an ass
Never say it in his presence, intimidated by his wealth
History don't get recanted, gotta live it fore you feel it
Face to face with my regrets, consequence of my decisions
Thought you said you was a player, now it's all fuck propaganda
It's ok to be naive, but all these problems need more answers
See I need to get more commas, babymama's getting angsty
Start to seem like I'm a fraud
Such and such ain't he your boy
Man such and such don't talk no more
Loyalty is very deep, but loyal peeps don't come for cheap
Hardly anything for free, balance often hard to keep
Pain I often wish to skip, cops just stopped my fucking boys
Bumping music in the whip
Olopa man, hin take my wallet
Now I'm losing pretty profits
Man I worked too hard for this, so we mobbed out in the streets
Mr President
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
This is a democracy, what's the price to be free
There was blood in the streets
There was blood in the streets
There was blood in the streets
I'm unable to sleep
There was blood in the streets
To the heavens we weep
There was blood in the streets
I'm unable to sleep yeah
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Writer(s): Anwar Danjaji
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