a border town The war was over, the guns laid down The women, the men, the children saved Now it's hard to remember it any other way When the law acts
Hope to God that the law or the vice don't ride (SQUALIE!) We been trapped in our own hustle You see the government's the powder but the crack is our own
we expected to occur and bring redemption for our sins safety from the crowds in the shadows on the run we write our own cider house rules to keep alive
(I'm King News and I come to you with the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters
and you shall surely hang, We live and scrape in misery; we die by our own hand, And still we murder our own children, brotherhood of man. Blood on all our
its way to the surface We hide in the darkness, our tails between our legs. At all costs we are prevented from realising our own potential. We are conditioned
governs the law of physics isn't it fractals spiral nebula evolutional by ratio cut and paste mixing musical pieces of human misery can we save the planet by
do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They want to bring us down Then drag us out It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation Start
and out of traffic money stackin, by any means keep your gadget and find a way to keep supporting my weed habit I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like
they say they've made our faith against the law And I've got a message I'm taking to the masses And I don't care if anyone tries stadning in my way
life you lead, the law decides what your place is, make a mark follow your heart! Leave the censored world of written laws far behind advancing in your own
to do? We on our last loaf of bread Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell? And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door
2] True, we been together from the very beginning Since blocks be turned into states, baguettes be turned into cakes So he be knowin' how I'm down by law
forth I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me That the sun is ignited
49 cents Mr., Mr., why you always tryin to take all our money Because I am the government And you have to pay Stop tryin to take our money Yo
It ain't no haps on it, hops We snaps on the cops And straps on the glocks And take the law into our own hands Cause you ain't fucking with a rookin,
with them. They will attack without warning. Our very own William Tracey in the sky is now reporting. Will?" William Tracey: "Sam, were here hovering over down