killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! beware of the killers It's time for all to work together for peace 'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street
be attacked Is ignorin' the simple fact that they never meant us to speak They had planned to keep the black man weak but rap hit the streets Black rage
city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street
is confusion I lose 'em Fellates me Who hate me? My gun off safety Since a tunnel and escape key My jewelry in HD Silent rage Pristine in my vintage
find the hours that the clocks cannot define as I looked up from that stage I felt the thing that had been made And how it raged And how it raged How
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have got a running stream of love you see. So, no matter what stages - oh stages - Stages - stages they put us through, We'll never be blue No matter what rages, oh rages, Changes - rages
For wings to set you free You are bound to your silent legacy You've seen it in the movies And you've heard it on the street Craving the affection Your
alone and blue I see the Gulf of Mexico As tiny as a tear The coast of California Must be somewhere over here, over here Standing on the moon I see the battle rage
and by again, the morning sun will rise The darkness never goes from some men's eyes Well you know it strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets Stalking
They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be What we seein' is The streets, the cops
be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage
it Slides through the metal detector Lives like a mole in a motel A slide in a slide projector The cool, cool river Sweeps the wild, white ocean The rage, the rage
you are Face to face The windows are The perfect picture Theyre always changin Go on get lost Jump in the waters when they are raging Spill out on the streets
I am not afraid of life Of the poor man's struggle Of the killer's knife I am not afraid of life Of an insane rage Of the minimum wage I am not afraid
Once there was a little man And they called him Shoe Shine Stan Everyday the man would sweep Clutter from the busy street Seldom did he say a word At
choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gage He used to hustle on the street corners
I got a problem with a nigga, I go squeeze him out And what the fuck am I going to talk to the police about I am from the streets doing the type of shit