[SOUL CITY REQUIEM ] PRELUDE TO A SCREAM
THE BEAT FOR THIS SONG... THIS REQUIEM...
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Another day in the city where we inhabit these streets in our splendor... Shining castles and horseless carriages tricked out and gleaming in the sun.
Maybelline queens and pretty thugs... Winos drunk on the corner, "Bish can I get a dollar? I lost my dream a long time ago in the savage streets of the ghetto."
Crack fiends peeking out of windows and somebody dies from a driveby.
Take a pause for the natural women, smelling like oil from the muslims.
Queens and hoes coexisting as the great orb transits the sky.
Glowing in the distance are the buildings dedicated to running our lives, Industrial centers and clean streets downtown where the dudes in suits speak like they got shit in they mouth... spit that shit and live that shit... thats what that shits about.
Courtrooms where all you are is another nigger that the streets could do without, fuck yo kids and yo wife, consumed by the savage beast... the economy.
Damn these teeth is sharp!
Police cruising the streets in death machines, pistol on their side as they park and look at computer screens, facial identity.
Cannon in the clips under the rearview... mossberg pump a put a big hole in a man... lay his guts all over the land.
Some shit so real you just can't say it nicely... describe that shit in a good way... reality slaps dead to the grey.
Life so like a violent lover... it hurts, yet we fight so hard to stay alive even when we find ourselves beaten down.
Love and life... life and love.
Such necessary pain if we are to exist.
In this the splendor of our times where we are found needing each other so much as we dwell farher and farther apart...
Food for the machine... fodder for the beast.
Bout time to wake the fuck up and get mentally strapped... load yo mind.
This is just another day in the city where so many lost souls reside.
THIS IS ONE OF THE DEFINITIONS FOR REQUIEM: a musical composition in honor of the dead.
BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.
Maybelline queens and pretty thugs... Winos drunk on the corner, "Bish can I get a dollar? I lost my dream a long time ago in the savage streets of the ghetto."
Crack fiends peeking out of windows and somebody dies from a driveby.
Take a pause for the natural women, smelling like oil from the muslims.
Queens and hoes coexisting as the great orb transits the sky.
Glowing in the distance are the buildings dedicated to running our lives, Industrial centers and clean streets downtown where the dudes in suits speak like they got shit in they mouth... spit that shit and live that shit... thats what that shits about.
Courtrooms where all you are is another nigger that the streets could do without, fuck yo kids and yo wife, consumed by the savage beast... the economy.
Damn these teeth is sharp!
Police cruising the streets in death machines, pistol on their side as they park and look at computer screens, facial identity.
Cannon in the clips under the rearview... mossberg pump a put a big hole in a man... lay his guts all over the land.
Some shit so real you just can't say it nicely... describe that shit in a good way... reality slaps dead to the grey.
Life so like a violent lover... it hurts, yet we fight so hard to stay alive even when we find ourselves beaten down.
Love and life... life and love.
Such necessary pain if we are to exist.
In this the splendor of our times where we are found needing each other so much as we dwell farher and farther apart...
Food for the machine... fodder for the beast.
Bout time to wake the fuck up and get mentally strapped... load yo mind.
This is just another day in the city where so many lost souls reside.
THIS IS ONE OF THE DEFINITIONS FOR REQUIEM: a musical composition in honor of the dead.
BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.
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