Vārdi:
Broken Culture Haven

I will no longer remember suffocating these jaded memories Kill it all until I'm dead inside Until it's wiped from my eyes So the addictions arrive

actions be played back in the mist of mashin' No fairytales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of Hell. lail and crack cells [Unverified] culture

multi-culture races but not me and my girl, we're breaking through like an escapist because we need to escape this and i for one have got my mind made

poverty, to buyin property, To having R-N-B b*tches ridin on top of me, Now the fake rap niggaz is makin a mockery, of the culture we've built worst

through the vessel, the Marriott? We self made, carry on while we carry out Rick Ross If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dolla As long as I have

know it And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet Now in my natural habitat I gravitate towards having that And I elevate on having that And I'll

against your own bible You broke your own laws Just to out do the rival But did you ever apologize For the hundreds and millions of lives You destroyed and terrorised Or have

metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped the load Never question," What I am?" God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some Hustler of culture

sin As darkness approaches, and I'm fumblin' through the blunt roaches It's lookin' hopeless, totally unfocused, stumblin' onto the front porch Posted with my closest associates, we were so broke