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Dead Prez - Download lyrics
Where there's health neglect, there's no self-respect
 But what else you expect? Look how they dealt the deck
 We inherited stress, had to bury our best
 Martin, Malcolm X, bullet holes in they chest
 We adapt to the struggle, only way we survive
 Eating scraps from the table but it kept us alive
 Making something from nothing, still we hope for the best
 Making miracles happen, daily coping with less
 Scar strangled banner
 Scar strangled banner
 Scar strangled banner
 Raised in the ghetto, singing songs - called survival
 But eating soul food to have you dead on arrival
 Hand on the rifle, other hand on the bible
 Strong as an ox but look at what you put inside you
 We resillient beings, do the silliest things
 Know better than you better cause that's what experience brings
 Break out of jail but can you break out a sickle cell?
 We say we livin well, but we living in hell
 We already been to the other side
 We ain't turning back, now we choose a lie
 To many goodbyes, and that ain't right
 We feel it inside, it's time to fight
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 We already been to the other side
 We ain't turning back, now we choose a lie
 To many goodbyes, and that ain't right
 We feel it inside, it's time to fight
 We glues to the TV screen commercials in-between
 Crack Donalds, Murda King
 What happened to eat your greens?
 Eatin some or anything, abusing Mary Jane
 Chinese chicken wings, everyday hood thing
 5 hour energy, red bull and Hennessey
 Head bobbin but the organs full of toxicity
 Pack a cool menthol, nicotine pit fall
 They have the nerve to put cool on the pack so they can trick y'all
 Slave to the Dutch master, colon cancer victim
 Tell you want a package but we still blame the system
 No squares in my circle, screw all that sippin purple
 I'm tryina live to my potential, age is just a number
 A G preserve his temple, a G control his temper
 No discipline, you slippin, no toxins in my kitchen
 Slavery is over cousin, but then at lunch it wasn't
 If food is the last plantation then I'm Harriet Tubman
 Advocating colonics, saving my lungs from chronic
 But you can't free a slave unless he knows he's in bondage
 (You wanna get freaky? Let's go)
 You can't free a slave unless he knows he's in bondage








