Vendetta

I told you so

I told you

We are the ones

Cause 'pac did a lot more for me than barack

Salute

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We're not afraid to lose everything we got

Cause all we really got is our word, word, word

The pen is greater than the sword

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By the people, for the people

Seems like you only look out for your sort of people

I look around, it's more evil

God I see it in me

You see, um

Everyday we closer to that funeral

Everyday a struggle, but the struggle still beautiful

And doctors don't got patience for their patients

So they just send them to that pharmaceutical

We tell 'em that they need drugs

But I know that they need love

I ain't scared of that war or the violence

The thing I'm more terrified of is

I wanna snatch my generation out this apathy

Gotta do that now 'fore this voice grow out of reach

And what we feedin' people that's a tragedy

So what you want, the chemicals or calories?

Nobody taught us how to eat

Momma gon' work the sixty hour weeks

What's for dinner?

Well, what's quicker and cheap

You got remote parents, you'll be raised by the tv

My momma worked the night shift

Still made it out to every single game

While my father sat at home

I promise when I have my own that we will never be the same

Vendetta

I told you so

I told you

We are the ones

Cause 'pac did a lot more for me than barack

Salute

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Look, mr., mr. Or mrs

Government official, we just won't listen

You can't relate to how we livin' from where you're sittn'

That's why the artist got more influence than the polititian

This my generation

We know the news never tell the truth so we go to twitter for our information

It's so fast, ya'll seem slow to us

By the time you print it tomorrow it's old to us

We are the ones that you used to be, brave idealists with a dream

That went corrupted by the cream, yeah

This pen is not for sale

They nickel and dime'n

We still throwin' quarters in a wishing well

And I know you can't imagine losin' the lifestyle that you so used to havin'

And, yo, we still make decisions for the fact that they awesome

Not just for the profit margin

Hold up, how I'm talkin?

I got excess, others got need

I gotta answer to God for all of these sneaks

I got a hundred pairs, but only two feet

God forgive me, I've been thinkin' 'bout me

We point fingers at people who sin different, skin different

But the same color we bleed

You wanna know the real problem in america?

Always has been and it always will be, me

If you had any other answer you've been deceived

We've been lookin' for salvation in education, money, leaders, and policies

But we got a bigger need

We got a sin debt that we inherited

We divide ourself by class, skin color, and our heritage

Well our creator bankrupt the heaven so that we could all be there with him

Brothers and sisters

I told you so

I told you

We are the ones

Cause 'pac did a lot more for me than barack

Salute

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