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Dead Poetic - These Are The Times lyrics
Verse 1: 
 The televisions have eyes 
 Your modern religion is live 
 Plotting a collision world wide 
 Watch the hour glass the power class 
 Showing currency for world supremacy 
 Burroughs is burned down deliberately son 
 We ain't about what's devil level 
 Smell the gun metal 
 King to mo' man 
 I read mouths Satan 
 Feel the foul taste that run on my tongue 
 Burn a L for everyone of my sons 
 There so much more than just herb in my lungs 
 Similar to spilt Mercury, 
 With enough force 
 They could've killed Hercules 
 This whole nation was built 
 Virtually, from capital to captivity 
 The earth could be the modest ?? 
 You not listening 
 It's cold outside 
 They got the whole South side 
 Using bar codes, 
 Military blocks on all the state roads 
 And worse, somebody's chold got hung 
 They took his pants off, 
 Covered his whole body with ants, and cut his hands off 
 The type of shit that have your brain bleedin' 
 They about to start scanning the back of niggas hands 
 And get your vein readin' 
 They call it New World Order 
 But, son, this game is in the fourth quarter 
 World War 3, don't drink the water 
 Because... 
 Chorus: 
 These are the times that try a nigga sole 
 Population control, 
 We wasting time chasing gold 
 They after more than your mind 
 They want your nation as a whole 
 It's time to take of the blindfold(I know) x2 
 (A thousand men, a thousand sorrows) 
 Verse 2: 
 These are the times that try my thug sole 
 White collar crime 
 Deaf tones, gold, and drug sold 
 The truth is never told 
 I call it black Holocaust 
 Some say all is lost 
 But in the end 
 Your life is all it costs 
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 Global 2000 ??, what they plan to do 
 In case of emergency 
 They building mad prisons with urgency 
 Son, I solemnly swear 
 They keep them slugs in the air 
 Until they murder me 
 Shut down the government 
 Revelutionaries be lovin' it 
 Clinton flee the country in a bubblejet 
 Trouble is yet to come, 
 For each crime, they tryin' niggas three times 
 Then probably prosecute me for this rhyme 
 International nickel and dime hustlers 
 Move weight and muscle us around 
 But my army bustin' rounds 
 Shells covered the ground for miles 
 Street ?? from here to Capitol Hill 
 And you can read it on a dollar bill 
 Chorus 
 I know(I know) 
 The time(the time) 
 They trying to take this world(world) 
 Of mine(Yeah) x2 
 Verse 3: 
 They breakin' windows out with canisters of tear gas 
 Put out the cannabis 
 We fighting canibals with silver badges 
 I feel the madness in the wind 
 Like a premonition 
 Dee got the ammunition 
 Puffin' reefer while we cleaning pieces 
 None of my niggas don't believe in Jesus 
 We fight a war against the ?? Chevrolet Caprices 
 Whatever way we find feasible 
 Sometime shit be unbelievable 
 I'm seeing skeletons in parked vehicles 
 Put all the terrible types behind sandbags 
 My philosophy is much more than snatch your handbag 
 I'm talkin' shit like hand-to-hand, 
 Man-to-man, clan-for-clan 
 What side you stand? 
 Some of us will breakdown mentally 
 Some of us will pass away 
 Overwhelmed by injuries 
 But our victory is meant to be 
 I studied the signs for twenty-two years 
 And this is what it meant to me 
 Chorus x2 
 I know(I know) 
 The time(the time) 
 They tryin to take this world(world) 
 Of mine x2










