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"Politricks (Dirty)"

[Verse 1:]
I don't follow the news
They just add to my blues
Politicians and their big feets
Could never fill my shoes
They don't care, think all well off welfare
It's hell here
Why should I vote like it's ever been fair?
My people in despair, they still balance
We hit hard like still melons
Smile intentions of the founders, and they still countin'
No child left behind, read between the lines
Tryin' to control
Their precious minds
Armies in the school line
Ridicule, for tryin' riddling Junkies
What a powerful country
That keeps, promotin off flunkies
18 years old and your brain is like lunch meat
Programmed to follow these dummies
To the suburbs to the slum streets
Pull us over soon as they see blacks in the front seat
So I'ma run streets, fuck freaks and causing dumb beats
Me and mine is gonna be fine
Fuck standin' at the picket line
I'm tryin' to get these dollar signs
Dodgin' time

[Verse 2:]
Politicians that be gargling that garbage shit
Borgawood anonymous
Officers the opposite
Doctrines for illegal tended documents
Pocketin' the profits of the rockets
While they kick us out the projects, logic
Surprsing' common sense
Risin' occupants
Supply the vitamins
Survivin' and they got you doin' 5 to 10
Just the other day, I was pissin' out some toxins
When the cops rolled by
I gotta take it on the block again
Sendin' letters included
As a child offender for indecent exposure
I should'a looked over my shoulder
My cousin got locked
Pop's lost his job, we evicted
Waitin' on section 8
But the list had been restricted
A Lexus hit and I missed it
I was dealin' with some real shit
My brother joined the service
Not even nervous to get hit
Saying that he's out kid, geek
They got Saddam ousted
I pray because he's bout' it
Now he's tryin'a get up out it

[Verse 3:]
They make's us wanna shoot the coppers
Like they makin' rolling robbers
For the pride in which they rob us
Every time that they stop us
He try to give us vouchers
To move us out the hood
But when we try to use 'em
Damn the shit's is no good
I got a letter from my brother
Said the media confuse ya
The Army Navy game
Was slippin' Quarters from Fallujah
No proper armor when they move us
Damn we Trapped, Cursed
Shiites is soon to surround us in Iraq
Kerry lost
Colin Powell doin the town
Ashcroft's assed off
The shit is even getting more foul
Network, of elected delegates
Are all derelicts
Look how shiesty Kerry get
Damn it's all relevant
It's never how they tell it is
So I gotta get my shit straight
And handle my biz
The next time I have to go vote
I might go
Plus I heard there's a lot of jobs
And lot of fine ass hoe's, in Ohio

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