Rawmatik - The State of America km. Sick Six

Verze1:

I could just stare at this keyboard. What yall need me for?/
Before me the million emcees with the same dream, c4/
Blow up speak more into mics, reach more inner lights deep down in a life/
Resides a soul and Im throwing mine through nice lil opening in ya ear/
Hoping that you hear it, and imma touch yours
pause. As artist Im starving/
Begging for change feed this hunger that Im under, look what Ive succumbed
to/
Sacrifices in life a must struck lighting thunder rumbling under Haitian
feet/
Shake the streets I dont rap over beats, beats wrapped under me/
Heart pump blood pipe cracked it has leaked/
slick BP oil streaks hard to walk in these streets/
Let alone swim in seas...
the fate of millionaire the hate criminal the rage of a prisoner the state
of America./

Refrén:

Divided state of America United states of America
50 states of crime 50 states of mind
Inside the crowded streets of America divided presided
State of America, divided state of America United states of America
50 states of crime 50 states of mind
Inside the crowded streets of America

Verze2:

Discouraged poverty flourish/
homeless amongst the shopping cart and cardboard smothered/
Young bucks bucking each other...it makes me wonder.../
we supposed to be brothers.../
Gods children...Its ill when they sick and we steal from each other...
under cover cars theyre chargers/
they charge us with crimes. Where the narcs improvise/
we saw who shot: and still we drop no dimes/
and we rhyme to past the time and time passes/
and leave laughs behind us where the green grass is dying/
reach strap recline...where get clapped is defined/
I seen this kid lying on the curb crying, 9 millimeters in his spine/
And I aint see it on the news that night nor the next/
Not even on the following. How is that not news/
Got yous right where they want em.../
the fate of millionaire the hate criminal the rage of a prisoner the state
of America./

Refrén

Verze3:

Crime rate as high as the stakes is/
and the sky scrapers...catch the vapors.../
rapist on the prowl stocks been droppin down on the dow/
The joneses jonsing change.../
And we had hoped for some change a flicker of light/
in the house white a black man takes the seat/
and we all lived to see it/
Then hope floods the streets/
and it was so good see it.../
A nation come together to make the stormy weather/
subside and hope for better/
Besides the economy dying...Im trying to survive the times/
And provide for mine/
as you should for yours...
and now its open doors/
to get what you all deserve/
as the worlds disorders is recorded/
and reported back to us/
with a sort of distorted perception/
the troops are ordered deployed its horrid../
the fate of millionaire the hate criminal the rage of a prisoner the state
of America./

Refrén

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