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bknitts - youth lyrics
i swear to god these future generations livin scary.
half the kids got guns, half got drugs, none got dictionaries
how much are they trippin? (very). critical thinkin (varies)
their f-ckin vision’s glaring, h-lla pr-ne to piffin mary
and little gary’s getting deafer with his system blaring
volume hits the very max yet motherf-ckers listen barely
pencil flaring on the pen and pad i swear i’m gettin wary
cause the hype won’t stop until it gets the final victim buried
literary wisdom rarely fits the page for eager reading
so i bite my tongue until it looks as though my t–th are bleeding
creep inside your mind, and try to find yourself a deeper meaning
swallow hollow thoughts, you blindly follow where your feet are leading
this what they sold to you
this is what was told to you
cause this is what you’re supposed to do?
stop – who’s controlling you?
tommy prospect:
what kind of generation am i livin in?
what kind of kids are in these cl-sses i be sittin in?
these young children murderin and slaughterin
at 14 years old, i’ve already seen alot of it
these kids dont even have a pot for p-ss
so they be walkin round talkin how they strapped and sh-t
the sh-t i rap about gets wacker when i talk of it
so you’ll never hear me speak about no guns again
violence and disobedience has plagued my peers
actin like adults- despite the lack of years…
on this planet, and it saddens me to think about
these kids be pickin up guns and they be sippin now
won’t even pick up a book to save a life
this just ain’t right, this just ain’t right
tunnel vision outro:
hook x2:
ayo i’m dope, smooth, i’m trill, i’m young blooded
i know i’m hot, don’t tell me i done done it
you can bet that it’s true if my f-ckin tongue spun it
be easy dog, i’m keepin it one hunnit
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turn the volume in your motherf-cking car up
i make tracks for white kids that hang around at starbucks
i make tracks for black kids that never make it far ‘nough
because the society that we live in keeps them barred up
and man that’s hard luck, but sh-t, we know the times are lethal
and opportunity is risin for all kinds of people
the strife is needed to establish a new type of freedom
fly the scene or fight with me and thrive inside the vinyl needle
i don’t need no prize on the other side of the rainbow
and truly couldn’t find a f-ck to give as far as fame goes
so f-ck a bankroll, all i need is music and a dream to chase
keepin pace with antecedant greats until the needle breaks
my eisel stays the same but my visions are always changing
engraving my initials to scriptures with the pen and paper
if you’re worried bout the world in the future becomming vacant
all it takes is dedication and the youth is where you make it
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