The Trap

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As I, bend the corner bass beatin the back (yeah)
 I sink into the mood and watch the people react
 Same gritty conversation, same bomb-ass rap
 Same shitty-ass conditions, same grip on a strap
 Same pigs, same crackers, same niggaz united
 Buyin into the stereotypes that we fightin
 Buyin into the stereotypes of us bein
 Buck dancin ass sex-crazed murderous fiends
 Still fuckin up these home-schooled simpleton haters
 Same people that display us wanna kill and betray us
 Same division, mo' religion, never readin just prayers
 More bounty hunters, Imus' and Jenas and Kramers
 Still blame us for the cause of the way that we act
 While lullabies of celebrities still keep us distracted
 Keep the focus off the President and shit in Iraq
 Keep us scapegoatin immigrants and niggaz on crack
 Keep the propaganda comin, keep impressin the kids
 They only care about us when its time to enlist
 But when them politicians talk about protectin' the fetus
 What it mean when they send us off to war and mistreat us?
 Tax cuts for the rich ain't no snitchin allowed
 'Specially if it's piggies that we talkin about
 As they murder motherfuckers comin up in your house
 Seem that violence is the only thing they listen to now
 It's the trap
 Look at all the gangsters ride
 Sometime it seem we born to die
 What will it take to make it right?
 With no chance, no promise of advancement, hey
 Don't wanna lose another life
 We've seen too many of us die
 Let's put this thing together right?
 Take a stand, and plan to get ahead
 Now let's, get this shit clear once and for all
 Ain't no terrorist that's bigger than America's balls
 Ain't no terror more terrible than terror we brought
 And ain't it terrible the terror's all America's fault, I'm askin
 What would you do if you knew of it all?
 If you knew all our ememies were made for the part?
 If you knew that everything they do is part of a plot
 that's pre-agreed upon with us, so you always support?
 Claimin, pa-tri-ot but can't never explain
 why babies killin babies in America's name
 Why black and brown bodies, why murder and pain?
 Why these motherfuckers laughin all the way to the bank?
 That's gangster! But we don't see the truth of it still
 Don't see the truth the way the ruthless murder and kill
 Ain't no doubt about it bruh, that's big pimpin fo' real
 And you askin' why I'm out here servin' 'em still
 It's the trap... it's the trap... it's the trap... c'mon!
 The way I see it, the only way to change it is pain
 Seems they only pay attention when we splatterin brains
 Seem they never seem to hear us when we march and complain
 Or when when we protestin, hopin pigs don't whup us again
 Look here, see how fast money come for the schools
 And how quick them motherfuckers bring home the troops
 How the coonin and derogatory shit in the music'll go away
 when they see the people snatch 'em and shoot 'em!
 Just watch! You'll see, shit'll change on a dime
 Best believe for politicians ain't gon' be no more hidin
 Ain't gonna be no mo' lyin, don't wanna see 'em in court
 Don't wanna sue 'em, rather do 'em, shoot 'em up in his Porsche
 Bring the balance back where the people making the rules
 Where the government is scared of what the people might do
 and not the other way around, y'all got it confused
 Was ignored, but you listenin now! We on the move sayin
 A write tah, CONGRESS is what they say it's about
 I'm sayin, FUCK de letta, wet her leavin de house
 I get my, GUN and stun 'em run dem out of de town
 I'd rather, shoot now Congressman a, shoot now Congressman
 I, VOTE but never stop the problem around
 Dem soldier, ONLY murderin the black and the brown
 I get my, GUN and stun 'em run dem out of de town
 I'd rather, shoot now Congressman a, shoot de President a
 

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05:43
Key
2
Tempo
90 BPM

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