Lost in a world of corruption you're gonna fight to try and win with all this corruption it's pretty hard to win it's a corrupted world it's a messed
is the weight Of the crosses to bare Silence is the way To beat off the change Not the end of the book Just another page 'Cos your days are numbered One
the sufferers The treaties stand But in a war Of silent screams Are the victims Of another dream Life on the outside Has no cross to bear Life on the
Nightmare of war War, war Uniform of camouflage Hand grenade then smoked visage Night attack disturbs the dreams As the wire wall tears the seams Crosses placed one
torn burnt out part of the city Ain't got no one around who's gonna show you pity Livin' in a sewer where only rats dare to roam Ain't got no one tryin
me Which helps me spend my time I'm stood outside his house now Knocking on the door Until he invites me inside Then he sells me a score I feel fine tonight On
The questions asked But we ain't go no answers Pictures taken But still no chances In this world Of hesitation You still build walls To split two nations
for cover The kids of today Have got each other Neurotic kids can take the pain Neurotic kids can take the strain Neurotic kids can take the pain Come on
This is the age of science fiction But still you've got your drug addiction This is the age of computer technology But still you've got your brain psychology
You wear the mask hide your face To pave the way for another race See the way, see your destiny Your mercy screams won't set you free Into the fires
MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live [Verse One:] MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin They write
Your Character String Verification?" Battle rap is just aimless entertainment +2nd round K.O.+ was one of they favourites, fuck all the haters Responsibility entrusted There's only one way
spent on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
, South To all our thugs, you know I'm saying, all the way to United States New York, I-I gotta get this off my chest one way or another Go on, speak
The music stopped Guess the system blew out one of his amps It'd take a little while, then it come back on Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that
Writin' songs down on toilet paper pressed against the wall Or recitin' rhymes at three in the morn' on school nights with the system thumpin on my way
What, what, what, what, come on, what, what Ah come on, what, what, what, ah come on What, what, ah come on, what, what, ah come on, what We finna do
Wall And I paint a clear picture to provide you all And I might not be the artist going platinum this year Fuck it long as my niggaz bang it on the tier
