Les Miserables/Society Exploited
Truth
My dreams were gone--when a pimp ran away with my mom
was forced to work odd jobs selling product for modern day dons
trying to blow up- like bombs-over the babies of Baghdad
so sad when you’re just another statistic no money no job--no dad
yeah right-I bet your crying right now- bout the lost blacks
like slaves who died seeing America & threw into the ocean in sacks
repetitive traits of a country - legislative muscle flexing equals oppression
the depression-cultural recession-leaves our spirits lessened
& it doesn't matter because our uprising is out of history books forever
so clever-promise them a future always-but make good on it-never
until we severe some ones head from their neck
and we end up in a cell like they came to expect
Baron
I’m a doctor at panning predators with big bans
Like banning creditors--only to burn--debtor’s lands
if I do a handstand will I get a grand--of paper
99.9% of them are laced--with coke dirty rape-r
Stuttering later—selling condoms for an oral caper
Mixing dough with pure powder- it’s a real cake-uh
What about lil Lucy living a lamb- in a laboratory
A troubled—story—like a knight slain by his armory
Why God Why God Why God—said it 3 times ya see
Only voice I heard was pac saying, “Bury me a G”
So I’ll bury the toy soldier—in a clean casket
Lived a plastic—life and died—by a drastic-knife
Never cried—poured flowery water—over his grave
Was devastated—life’s fragile—like an old man’s fuck
Rising too fast—back breaks—like a flimsy iced tux
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