World Full of Attrocity (Ft.Lyrically_Insane, Red_ and StatQuo08)
WORLD FULL OF ATTROCITY
Chorus:
when the mind talks thats when the truth comes out
for so long we held it in but now feel the urge to shout
the urge to release my opinions on the streets
we'll go to war in order to achieve world peace
Red_:
Its Bad, U gotta Watch ya Life Unfold into Undesirable Scrutiny
and Hearin Gun Fire Random until tha sound aint new to me
Dont Jump aint scared of Death, of tha street is what u taught
Materialized everything, u can get Mugged over what u brought
Society aint made menace its contain in our households
go to Jail Get Raped, Killed, Or get Beat Till U out Cold
Strugglin Life, is it worth Dyin cause of some false thoughts and belief
gettin Killed Over Spoiled Milk and Politics Started Tha Beef
U shoot Back Hoping now u kill whatever u aim
Killing Ya Foes But what inside ya Soul Still Remains
u still Living In hell whats worth Killing u doin them a favor
go to jail over some bullshit that probably wasnt even major
remove this globe from my ass,i'm tired of being fucked by the world
when my ink leaks and my pen speaks you can take it as gods words
voices go unheard defying constitutional rights causing an internal mind fight
turn the world upside-down so it feels like i'm above the speed of light
i love the night enough to shatter the sun into small particles and pieces
killers with contract leases doing satans work to weaken our species
pregnant women kicked and left with dead foetus from an unlawful abortion
kid slave and child extortion exposed amid prostitution and lies
birth ain't a gift just the activation of the countdown to when the
offspring dies
Chorus x2
Lyrically_insane:
A yo sky’s the limit.. empires is infinite u try to survive in it,
When man defies the opposition and dies to stay alive wit grip,
On the world and keep the crime legit and try not to despise ya kids
when greedy eyes is rich there’s always people full of lies n shit
I’m talking organizing hits… the power grows as the size inflicts,
In the New York Times wit pics rising to the border line of it,
Get caught up in all kinds of shit… all for a prize to get…….
The time for sacrificing kids… wondering if life exists….
U couldn’t know this issue of worth.. until u notice its you
Only God depicts you to the path u choose and hopes u get through,
And those against u..you’ll neva know who got unfocused split views
Ones who provoke and misuse guns u might get smoked within crews,
Win or lose…
is it worth it for ya mother to watch ya death unfold on the news………..
world full of attrocity neglected by the politics of democracy
corrupt timocracy consuming property
improperly adding strength to a so called bureaucracy
hypocrisy the way free speech is stopping me from making my speech free
punishable offense to blast the president,there ain't a court that would find me
not guilty
misinterpided amendments need revision to overcome this undoubted difficulty
newspapers headline killers and rapists from front to back in this sphere of
cruelty
almost fooled me but now i see life as a decease, we all cursed with death
been living walking backwards hoping i don't run into my last breath
no intentions of being the last one left and i ain't afraid to die
we're all trapped in a prison for the civillian enclosed by the sky
make up the truth so i technically don't lie about not knowing the truth
i wonder how the world would have evolved if Adam ate artificial fruit
Chorus x1
StatQuo08:
A spoken mind equals the truth, its hard but you best believe it,
isn’t it ironic how were willing to disturb peace, so we can achieve it,
who needs it?..come to think of it I don’t think ive ever experienced peace,
government continues to take our soldiers to war w/out hearin our plees
everyone knows it but we lose focus this entire world is atrocious,
I look into the eyes of niece, tears down my cheeks as tell her its hopeless,
She told me she was sorry for bein born and if she could she’d change it,
We’re in danger, I got a suicidal sister and ive grown up a deranged kid,
Ive never spoken about problems when I try to relate, but we all got em,
I never spoke about death and the incident w/my father,how they shot em
I try not to touch on those subjects because it hurts just to write it,
I try to talk to others about it but when my tongue slips I bite it,
But now I have the urge to shout it, the fires there I just gotta ignite it,
My mother is racist and she hates how I act when im rappin,
I asked her about the night her and my father conceived me she replied...
...Accidents happen…
Chorus x2
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