battery. - j shepard lyrics
oppresion make depression
system telling you don’t worry b*tch
just pop this medication, believe what we believe
its alright everything over here and in your streets
its alright everything over here and in your streets
go heal your wounds that i’ve caused
don’t worry about the money kid
the pie is big enough
too bad your hands are bl**dy kid
keep working hard for me
i might let you see a piece
but don’t touch it with your hands boy
that bread is all for me
oppressions make deprеssion
system telling you don’t worry b*tch
just pop this medication, bеlieve what we believe
its alright everything over here and in your streets
its alright everything over here and in your streets
you claim you’re a mexican
let me hear your battle cry
if i take this all away
and tomorrow with your neighbors fight
you’re a man
i’m a man
why we bringing color up?
black and brown pride
brown and black peace
why the white man always talk about his piece?
system reason for my struggles
but how come he come to me?
picking at my wallet
this for you set me free
free the chains hanging down
from the neck to my wrist
go cause some altercations
go fuel discrimination
f*ck your media presence
in the present b*tch i grasp my gift
shifting down muholland
yeah b*tch i’m watching brake lights
am i the one to blame?
cigarette packs with the late night?
go back home and reminisce
remember what you’ve seen
when you’re running down these canyon roads
shifting in the beam
you can live your life like this too
don’t forget my piece
you can live your life like this too
don’t forget my piece
f*ck your piece b*tch for the money is mine
can’t fall to my knees for i’m protected by god
all the struggles, all the wisdom
i’m blessed that i’ve gained
can’t a realer motherf*cker come straight from la
represent for my city
shed light to constant misery
for my mind is spoken for
i ain’t scared of no white
you can keep the fame b*tch
for i’m eating the rich
buy my momma a crib
go eat steak by a cliff
how you fly a private plane while people living in sheets?
af1 need some gas? ain’t getting sh*t from me
tell potus to walk, 53 by me
expo line good enough b*tch
c’est la vie
oppressions makes depression
system telling you don’t worry b*tch
just pop this medication, believe what we believe
its alright everything over here and in your streets
its alright everything over here and in your streets
go heal your wounds that i’ve caused
don’t worry about the money kid
the pie is big enough
too bad your hands are bl**dy kid
keep working hard for me
i might let you see a piece
but don’t touch it with your hands boy
that bread is all for me
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