seems like nothing aint gonna change...Lord Speak to me

Trema:
are you acting what you reading, or believing without seeing
-bleeding while your dreaming, and fleeing what u could be achieving
every morning you wake up, its like the last morning your fed up
-abolished dreams come to you only to be abolished again-
and again so many times, seems like mo times than i blink
-this stinks! life without a purpose but pain comes,with a wink
i cant think, write a verse to get rid of my past memories
-this pain like hennesy, i cant pretend 2c,wat the devil made me
tattood on my arm, a cross quoting um a mexican fucking soldier
-now um bolder, i feel like raiden-1 of them mortal combat olders
in school they told us,so i cut up ribs and arteries-i changed faces
-multiple places seen, so my eyes now focus on the red lotus-
never scared when dark approaches us, stand tall like david
-knock out goliath with wun stone, like big pun did fo ages

Lil-Kane
My life is suspicious with contagious effects, it’s a depression
My pain is sometimes felt like a car with a low suspension
My elevation, is dedicated to the streets war an poverty-is a must
But trust-I couldn’t kick up dust, without these cigarette buts
The guns the slaughtered mums and coke addicts in the slums
We give em the thumbs, for surviving the depression with guns
Rest in piece to my mums mum with cancer as the enemy
Are u feeling me, this whole stories my horrific history
Boys cant stop heating me, so I heat them, where the fucking mac 10
Where the fucking artillery, it this shit pops off again
How the fuck can we survive if a colour killing its own
Where all clones, all humans but we, die in different zones
Aiming for the same dome, to get money an be at the top of the throne
So we blow em, throw em, if they even front on 1 of are own
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