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kuniva – a history of violence كلمات اغاني

[intro]
the gang hired cooks to make the raw cocaine into fresh…
760 murders last year is a record for detroit: the murder capital of the country

[verse 1]
my appetite for destruction comes from a history of violence
seeing bodies laying dead in silence, i should be in an asylum
the music’s in my soul child, going half crazy on the daily
paranoid, up at night gripping 380’s
it’s like i’m in that good p_ssy, constantly ready to bust
cuffing my nuts like enough is enough, weapon is tough
detroit got a n_gga on the edge, driving a wedge
through my common sense and my sanity, my family’s been a casualty of murder
involved in sh_t that n_ggas never heard of
my grandma split her husband with the burner
laid his old abusive ass the f_ck out, put him in his grave
last thing he saw was a slug spitting from a gauge
didn’t cry at all, f_ck him, father forgive me i didn’t know him or love him
glad she had the courage to bust him
i did d_mn near memorised the funeral service
only god knows my purpose and why he gave me a history of violence
[bridge]
violent children come to school, those violent children are the product of a violent culture
detroit teachers say at just one school 16 guns have been confiscated from student so far this year

[verse 2]
my first fight was with my daddy and my family, falling down the stairs with him
wasn’t even 5, still trying to throw them hands with him
all i know was mama was in trouble, saw ’em tustle
and my sisters and my brother in the scuffle
my uncle was a gangsta at the end of his life
k!lled him out of fear when they saw him running up to break up a fight (violence)
fast_forward i’m runnin’, gunnin’ on runyon ave
seeing n_ggas hitting major l!cks and running cash
never thought i’d peep the day to see my homie blasted
they did bugz dirty, them f_cking b_st_rds
shot him down in cold blood, took him in a flash it was petty
a simple fist_fight gone bad and turned deadly
you wonder why i’m paranoid, weary of new faces
and even old ones, with old grudges they hold guns and blast
you won’t be the first, won’t be the last
person on the streets holding they abs, you’ve been a victim of the violence

[bridge]
young people particularly minorities either 60% of them can’t even get jobs
even if they’re good, going through schools
they’re gonna become turned off
they’re gonna become alienated
[verse 3]
you get accustomed ’round here seeing bodies flop, shottys pop
witness n_ggas getting stomped out, b_tches molly_whopped
peepin’ cowards do a lot of dirt, then they call the cops
look into my life i’ll bet your jaw drop
babies jumping out of windows, houses getting molotoved
murderers for hiring, ain’t not calling off, shotguns polished off
n_ggas dying young, murder city n_ggas be buying guns
every direction bullets be flying from
and proof got murked some sh_t he didn’t deserve
how you leave a king lifeless on the curb?
i’m dying for the words to describe looking him eye to eye
but seeing nothing look back ’cause his soul is in the sky
then you cry until your body no longer produce tears
and you realise what came to pass is your worst fear
sh_t my cousin got taken from her kids from gunshots
i hope the lord forgives all of us because we’re violent

[outro]
then i like just turned around like that, next thing i know i got hit with a 45′
violent children come to school, those violent children are the product of a violent culture

- kuniva

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