Robert “Fleetwood” Bowden
Thangs sho change when they cooked dat Coke in the Glass
and the way we killin each other
tell me how we gon last
This what the world made
They want our babies state raised
Uncle Sam don’t give uh damn, he stay paid
The new Crack that’s fentanyl bars and X
they somewhere working on what’s Next
You every really tripped on why they keep on fixing up the Projects
its Money in that Land
Like the war, it was planned
And I wouldn’t be surprised
If Trump Punk azz
Ran the Taliban
The government been crooked
What they got they took it
From the Natives and the Slaves
And they still ain’t changed their Wayz
We got to save the lil Homeys
The ones the world left lonely
Trapped in uh machine
Waiting to Serve uh Dope Fiend
if it seem like uh scheme
to them it seem like uh dream
just to Grow up In Amerikkka and see 19
They don’t Care About Us Mayne
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