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swych - grand theft auto lyrics

[intro]
(and we’ve just gotten word of not one but two explosions near the finish line of the boston marathon
and this is, uh, disturbing)
(ain’t too many houses in new orleans don’t have a gun in them)
(you scared?)
(yes i am)
(there was a 17 year old black boy who was shot and k!lled in florida. neighborhood watch saw him and thought he was suspicious. his name was trayvon martin)
(it’s very tragic that trayvon martin lost his life, but in chicago this happens on a consistent basis every single day)
(chicago, where murders topped 500 last year, and the grim reaper’s toll touches every family)
(tonight here on the south side of chicago a six-year old girl was shot and gravely wounded, during a firefight between gang members)

[verse 1: bogie bam]
every day it’s like gta
bodies on the ground and the sirens going around
everybody strapped up, every city, every town
every corner, bodies dropping, everybody know the sound
cops k!lling, no indictments, they don’t even go to trial
800,000 kids a year lost and never found
probably in the white house together running all around
find saddam hussein but can’t find somebodies child, i mean
you got bin laden, tell me where these kids hiding
all these wire taps, you can’t bring a child back
can’t see why they gave us hope we can’t reach
can’t breathe, well you see where eric garner’s at
mike brown, trayvon, no surviving that
where’s the riots, i’ll be posted where the fire at
as a country, can’t tell you where we’re headed
even cop callers stop and got to think of 9/11, wait
people either stealing cars, or they stealing bars
not too many go to school, or they get a job
if he ain’t shooting 3’s probably shooting for the stars
or shooting people on the corners and the boulevards
they let obama run the country but they had to do it
puppet master pulling strings while he’s interviewing
on top of that i got to look at what my cities doing
knowing that i played a part in why my cities ruined

[chorus: hq jonez]
people drowning in a sea of police arms
(i can’t breathe, i can’t breathe)
avoid the jungle in the streets because they mean harm
(can’t you see, can’t you see)
the storyline today could always be your last
(be your last)
and if you die in this game boy ain’t no coming back
(no coming back)
everyday, more and more, life is looking like a game of gta (x2)
so watch how you play it

[verse 2: qwin omaru]
let me know when you finna bang for something other than the side of the city that a n-gga from though
let a n-gga know when you gon’ get a purpose paired with the .44
maybe when you got a shotgun you call malcolm, when you got a handgun you call huey
-ssata’s name on your ak, bobby seale for that uzi
you just rolling around with that toolie, ready to bust on injustice
not talking no cop unless they crooked
how about the pushers for needle pushers
that heroine… my auntie hooked, my queen was tooken
my faith shook, my kingdom ruined
she another ghost in this ghost town and that’s real

[verse 3: mega ran]
everytime i see p-a, it’s almost like i’m in a game of gta
brothers want to come up on some money in a easy way
wind up living on the run for at least three days
better watch your back, with the cops on the hunt don’t be thinking that your town can’t be ferguson
phoenix p.d. told rumain keep his hands up then to keep his hands down and they murdered him
see this ain’t no game though it seems like that
it is what it is man it be’s like that
kiss your loved ones because these kids got guns
and your last words could be “i’m a be right back”
how many got to die for some respect, huh?
if could even be me next
until then i’m still praying for a reset, yeah

[chorus: hq jonez]

[verse 4: swych]
hold up
cold cold world? cold cold world
i could use a cup of hot cocoa girl
ha, corny but the world need laughter
city that i’m from, they be running out of caskets
and cemetary sp-ce, remembering elementary
thinking that this life was nothing but fun and games
now they 8 years old, running with guns and blades
they ratchet, no clank, they ratchets go bang!
(gratata) like it’s gta
you a man one day, t-shirt the next, d-mn
now i just hope that t-shirt look fresh
i got a right to live, but i’m obligated to death
so my heart on my sleeve like a tattoo
cliche, taboo, now everybody rocking vests
god bless you, bullets coming at you
wish you the best, whether you ride for the south or the west
i’m a, rider (aye)
new bed stuy-er, i ain’t gon’ tell you what sider
i’m a, rider (aye)
new bed stuy-er, it don’t even matter what sider, uh
but if you lose your homies, rob who you want you’ll never have it all
so many people dying in my city got me searching for the dragonb-lls
eww!

[chorus: hq jonez]

[outro]
(there’s no black neighborhood, you know what i’m saying, where black people have the same amount of money as me. you know what i’m saying, there’s richer and there’s poorer. there’s no, just, you know, did a movie got a little bit of money, living okay black neighborhood. i have to be in the white neighborhood, so i don’t fit in. that’s h-ll. it’s h-ll when you can’t be around your peers. all my life been living around black people, poor people, but i can’t live around poor people now because they’ll rob me)
(i am urging the parents of black and latino youngsters particularly, to not let their children go out wearing hoodies. i think the hoodie is as much responsible for trayvon martin’s death as george zimmerman was)
-static-

(it’s no use!)

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