Tonalité : F# minor•
Verse 1
D
F#m
Dreams don't chase themselves, man
Bm
So let's not worry, baby
F#m
I told them do it bright -up
They chasing O .G. in that Blanco Rocker
D
I'm stressin' like Johnny Cochran,
F#m
cause movin' ain't an option
Barge in to please two shots of
Bm
that concoction, now
They try and turn a villain to a hero
But what's a dollar bill to a euro?
F#m
And what's a Greek god to a pharaoh?
D
Jero, but what the hell do I know
Bm
on this planet and the Apes?
F#m
I'm just a bas ket case,
confessin' to past amazes
It's a nice crib,
but it's next door to Section 8
Slim law millionaire,
passin' the collection plate
Bm
Messin' with my money,
A
I bring harm to your body
Bm
So fuck Gandhi,
peace talks and Abu Dhabi
Fuck Peter, more farts around my neck
D
King Joffrey Joffrey, go ahead,
Bm
drop me in the lobby
D
I don't want to catch a body,
F#m
can't hide behind poppy,
what's up?
We know the air is unfit to breathe
and our food is unfit to eat
Punks are running wild in the street
and there's nobody anywhere
D
who seems to know what
to do
Bm
And there's no end to it
We sit watching our TVs
while some local newscaster
tells us that today we had 15 homicides
F#m
D
and 63 violent crimes
As if that's the way
it's supposed to be
C#
F#m
We know things are bad,
worse than bad
They're crazy.
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy,
so we don't go out anymore.
We sit in the house
and slowly the world
Bm
we're living in
Esus4
is getting smaller
A
and all we say is please,
Bm
at least leave us alone
in our living rooms.
I won't say anything, just leave us alone.
Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone.
D
Bm
I want you to get racked.
C#
F#m
Uh, and I was a good kid,
Sundays ain't quiet.
But somewhere along the way
my brain got rewired.
Papa don't preach, mama get tired.
I listen to my elders,
I don't want to be a failure
Bm
I know it's getting to her,
cause mama playing Mahalia
They want to see me down,
F#m
rubber there in Alavera
D
Grandma can see me now,
F#m
Freedom Friday, Che Lavera
C#
They go and touch it, boy, I tell ya
F#m
Young niggas open your mouths
and let anything come
out of it
They blaming on Body Snacks,
B and John Malkovich
Son of a bitch, and he dress like moms
Got two uncles
and they both named Tom
Bm
Oh, that's Arnold, man, he been a dick
Know him since 2 -6,
and he been a snitch
F#m
And knows Cracker Pigs,
D
he callin' friends with benefits
And he don't give a shit,
F#m
cause he nigga rich
They try and conquer us through division
Shit, this my chain, high redemption
Shiites against the Sunnis,
Muslims against the Christians
Bm
U .S. versus King
D
A
Malcolm X and John Lennon
Bm
Can we live now?
Gotta be a hot day in heaven
Long live Willie Lex
Kill all the strong,
villainize the innocents
D
Third War lookin' like World War
F#m
Zi mmerman
Nah. I want you to get up now.
D
Oh, this network.
I want all of you to get up out
of your chairs.
I want you to get up
right now.
Bm
I want you to get up right now.
Get up, go to your windows,
open them
and stick your head out and yell,
I'm as bad as hell
D
and I'm not gonna take this anymore!
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