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Oppresion make depression System telling you don't worry bitch Just pop this medication, Believe what we believe Its alright everything over here and in your streets Its alright everything over here and in your streets Go heal your wounds that I've caused Don't worry about the money kid The pie is big enough Too bad your hands are bloody kid Keep working hard for me I might let you see a piece But don't touch it with your hands boy That bread is all for me Oppressions make depression System telling you don't worry bitch Just pop this medication, Believe what we believe Its alright everything over here and in your streets Its alright everything over here and in your streets You claim you're a Mexican Let me hear your battle cry If I take this all away And tomorrow with your neighbors fight You're a man I'm a man Why we bringing color up? Black and Brown Pride Brown and Black Peace Why the white man always talk about his piece? System reason for my struggles But how come he come to me? Picking at my wallet This for you set me free Free the chains hanging down From the neck to my wrist Go cause some altercations Go fuel discrimination F*ck your media presence In the present bitch I grasp my gift Shifting down Muholland Yeah bitch I'm watching brake lights Am I the one to blame? Cigarette packs with the late night? Go back home and reminisce Remember what you've seen When you're running down these canyon roads Shifting in the beam You can live your life like this too Don't forget my piece You can live your life like this too Don't forget my piece F*ck your piece bitch for the money is mine Can't fall to my knees for I'm protected by God All the struggles, All the wisdom I'm blessed that I've gained Can't a realer motherfucker come straight from LA Represent for my city Shed light to constant misery For my mind is spoken for I ain't scared of no white You can keep the fame bitch For I'm eating the rich Buy my momma a crib Go eat steak by a cliff How you fly a private plane while people living in sheets? AF1 need some gas? Ain't getting shit from me Tell POTUS to walk, 53 by me Expo Line good enough bitch C'est la vie Oppressions makes depression System telling you don't worry bitch Just pop this medication, Believe what we believe Its alright everything over here and in your streets Its alright everything over here and in your streets Go heal your wounds that I've caused Don't worry about the money kid The pie is big enough Too bad your hands are bloody kid Keep working hard for me I might let you see a piece But don't touch it with your hands boy That bread is all for me