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coma

I was high at the wal-mart, lookin at the ceilin, thinkin about how it resembles a slaughterhouse

Cuz here you lose touch with what’s real,
Amerikkka’s a coma, I don’t kno a home from a prison,
This life that am livin, this place in the shitstem,
Aint got no vision, aint got no wisdom,
Jus cot up in the system,
Regurgitated, hated, & aggravated,
Demonstrated love principles in my mind
Memory of beauty
Eroded by the coma

I go nuts, free donuts, plantation label lifestyle
Quein at wally world
This race has no end, this place has no frenz
My heart is emptiness until I hear ur voice
And am blessed

This train, it moves fast, but where’re we goin? Where’s the fuel?
Where are the trees? Where’s the peace,
This hate and love judgment aint nothin, no love in the bank,
Got here with no thanks, my mind blanks and I cash in my passion
For recognition of wicked forces
Who ride us like horses, who dine on our corpses,
Who own the golf courses, who probs have 4 porsches,
A fortune, a problem with portion control, and letting ish go
They jus use you, they don’t love u,
Ur just their side-ho,
But they aint on your side, tho
They draw the line so why should I comply?
They lyin, they cheatin, they beatin they servants, they actin like serpents,
they talk like detergent,
I just can’t rework it, I just can’t re-word it,
They do it on purpose,

And I was high at the wal-mart lookin at the ceilin, thinkin about how it resembles a slaughterhouse

I was high at the wal-mart lookin at the ceilin, thinkin about how it resembles a slaughterhouse

We’re just warehouse broke motherfuckas that have no future
We’re just there to satisfy yuppie egoes,
Oh, I’d like to grab their fuckin throat,

Yes sir, yessir,

This one goes out to wal-mart,
KlanVillage wal-mart,
and Popeyes,
And all the fuckin great strip clubs, and public school system

Yes

Yes now!