Blood Money

We in this right now Some real life story you about to hear Check it out I started from the bottom in fact below zero Surrounded by poverty, war and tyrants like Nero Mourning the death of yet another war hero Some real life story no Pacino no De Niro (respectfully) No silver spoons, just revolutionary rebels with war stories and war wounds Unknown soldiers resting under unmarked tombs My momma singing lullabies to me to the sound sonic booms See I was born in the middle of a war man My first memories are those of my people's pain And bombs falling down like a sudden summer rain Decades later ain't nothing changed it still the same Or even worse I see an escalation in oppression Sister just got 10 years for her self expression They hang our brothers from cranes, an act of repression But when we fight back, they claim it's aggression Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money Have you ever wondered why life's the way it is? Why we was starving as youngins while them rich kids Was eating good getting big gifts for Christmas Bought with ends taken from our antecedents While we was stuck in the hood and it was understood Cheap labor was all we could be once reaching manhood The hood is far from good, not even once could We leave until we left that hellhole for good I ain't trying to be arrogant all I'm saying is I ain't falling for these devils' dirty business I'm saying this hope you pick up game playing this Beware these traitors man, they don't know what shame is They'll sell their soul for fame and celebrity Truth be told they're X of the enemy They smile with you but their heart's full of treachery 'Cuz for that gold they try to erase your history Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money The whole world is a big class-society Where a small percentage live in nimiety Ordinary people bro like you and me Work our ass off, but get to ball rarely Life is a mystery, short and full of misery All throughout history never a good news to read For the underdogs and minorities, only fatalities they always wanted us to bleed I swear to God bro it's like the game is rigged Like our kind are not supposed to make it big Even if we did, they send someone to get ya head Spill ya blood for money, with blood money they put out the hit Look what they did to Sharafkandi and Qazi too And never shall we forget about Ghassemlou Murdered by agents of Iran for the revenue He came to talk, they came with guns, that's what cowards do Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money Their hands full of blood money