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[aid] => mick
[title] => We Cant Win!!!
[time] => 2005-03-10 16:50:58
[hometext] => THIS IS A DEEP LOOK INTO THE FUTURE OF US BLACK PEOPLE...
[bodytext] => The last days we're facin, that's the case when the emanicpation Proclamation decays, back to the plantation The government plottin a nuclear detonation Destroyin vegetation, water, the Newer Order means starvation The I on the dollar symbolise illumination of society, secretly overseein population Understand it, the government plans to enslave the planet I'm trapped in a faze, thinkin of ways, can it happen? 85 percent of the population nappin Prayin in churches, catchin the Holy Ghost clappin Across the border travellin, I found the Nile across the water Teachin my peoples the age of the Newer Order Twenty five to click blood line, we toast off wine Snap clips in 9's, wit minds more advanced than Einstein and Murman, knock down walls like Berlin Take it out, we can't get in We can't win!! See I, wrote up a composition, I made a decision for competition, some invite lifestyles that I be livin Wit tribes I been in, wit the little brothers that's sinnin So I started to vision, crack fiends formin On collision, my mind is in that position for soul fishin My only dream was to be a musician.. Better yet a mortician, that's the life condition Cuz everybody knows they gonna die, crackers analyse killin black guyz, plus I feels the vibe, mother cries Plenty mothers that try, now that she knows her son's gonna die Take a trip, pass the lye, now ease.. The mind escape from the crimes of "Los Angeles Times" Cuz I'm one of the brothers who made it throughout the others The Rotten Apple's tryin to break loose from these shackles No doubt, I follow routes, guzzlin Hennessey, mixed wit style In the ghetto, we can't get out We can't win!!! Nothin can stop the nation, elevation, daily operation Since man creation, we increase the population Proper education, got us tappin in information Preventin from gettin locked under top-secret investigation A million minds in one body designed to decline society They wanna lease 1.2 billion deceased While the rest is left with the mark of the beast on their domepiece Prepare, the signs of the times now are near That I'll wake scare, findin Zaire, soon be here So tune your ears, and be saved from a slave cuz in a matter of days I'ma E-Q your brainwaves Lil Compton the Visualiza is wise as Elijah Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up inside ya Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the everyday American situation.. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 238 [topic] => 8 [informant] => compton-tre-block [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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