Reign & Rebellion

For-profit we all work
We Preaching the prophets
Take the hurt
In need of saving
Without options
Cuz no options tend to work
What we call war between places
It's No progress where we lurk
With these temptations
To be doing things
That probably can't occur
Putting guns in schools
Homes and projects now
They are hurt
They killing anybody long
As it's a them him or a her
Now the projects all done burned
We want a win but winning
Here ain't something that's too popular
Kids on stretchers in a bed
And now his heart needs monitors
It's getting hot, but niggas cold
Like we done got thermometers
He running laps kilometers

Shit is tragic how they're treated
Systems lacking what they needing
Mama give your son a beating
He can't listen to his teachers
Well no teachers gonna lead em
Down a road, cuz roads are closed
Fresh to death, who dress the best
We'll never know cuz casket closed

Fresh to death
I'm feeling all super
Like S on my chest
They say we amount
To misfortune, guess living is torture
A system that bid us good riddance
And often we take on the chin
All the shit that they launching
Incriminate me guess my actions show
Fraudulent behavior can't trust
That this nigger don't often
Try take what's not his cuz he ain't
Don't even got it

Work we gone work
Till we drop,until we dead
My boss a cluck
Sick in his head
It's too much pain
To much stress
I might need meds

Work we gone work
From the mud, from the dirt
Going hard
Feans gone lurk
Been through pain
Been through struggle
In these skirts

As I work hard
I play my cards
Not sure if moves I'm making smart
With my decisions that I'm on
I transform shit-like Im all sparking with these
Niggas who are targets
I spit arrows Im a marksman
Mice of men,you best be cautious
With the way you live your life
It's really sick I'm getting nauseous
Infestations from the law
Abide my dick,fuck deficit
Apples too far from the tree
Fuck the system, I'll take flight
I don't need checks, so don't you write
No capital gone cash my prize
Ain't no finance in my sight

Ain't no fiancé in my sight
See the promise lands a lie
They say welcome to America
It's better that we die
Here where kids can wish
But don't mean shit
Cuz things you want you'll never get
Put guns in school friends killing kids
Cuz peace it's more the opposite
Let's loot the stores
And tear down the communities that we created
Let's all be simple-minded beings
Make things complicated
Let's rid streets of hope
And preach, burn churches, hospitals, police
Let's overthrow no overrule
The governments got attitude
Middle fingers to the enslavers
Who wanna tie us up and hang us
Hold us down so they can rape us
Just like games way they had played us
Apocalyptic, I'm sadistic,pleasure from
The pain inflicted pain to all the others who
Got nothing, just look how they living

Work we gone work
Till we drop,until we dead
My boss a cluck
Sick in his head
It's too much pain
To much stress
I might need meds

Work we gone work
From the mud, from the dirt
Going hard
Feans gone lurk
Been through pain
Been through struggle
In these skirts



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Jones
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