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Venom feat. Lucien Parker

from Post​-​Post​-​Race by Guante & Katrah-Quey

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(Lucien Parker)
There’s a lot of venom in the world of snakes
There’s a lot of snakes in a room of hate
There’s a lot of bodies in the pavement
There’s a lot of people gettin’ caged in
There’s a lot of boys from the hood, you know, boyz in the hood
I ain’t live there but my boys from the hood
And we make it either way; we got philosophies for life
Got a movement and passion for the stage and holdin’ mics
Those my heroes right there, my people right there
Swingin’ back when they know the world won’t fight fair
My heroes right there yeah my n****s from the lows
Made a future for themselves killin’ rhymes writin’ flows
Be anything that you want to be
Though the cops still out tryin’ to hunt for me
Still sittin’ carefree, hangin’ in the trees
They won’t get me by the neck at a thousand feet
We just way up

(Guante)
what’s a hundred grand to a dead man?
what’s a diamond to a corpse?
every car in my entourage has a casket in the back
how about yours?
how about force feedin’ you every quarter that you owe us
all american, you’re arrogant and forced to take a bonus
like that’s “just how the system works, kid”
but you can’t slap a system and you’re sittin’ right here cursin’
it’s so imperfect, so unfair
I know, I know, I know: “not all millionaires” right?
not all men, not all white folks
repeatin’ it as you’re leavin’ in the last life boat
the titanic was too big to fail too
so your driver, your cook, that kid in the mail room
shout to every iceberg sweatin’
it’s a threat and it’s a promise the atlantic in my pocket and it’s cold
I don’t condone violence
but what I do and don’t condone doesn’t matter, ‘cause I hold no control
over the overflow, over the open road
leadin’ up to rome, vandals with me, tryin’ to go for broke
‘cause going for rich, corrodes your soul slow and
all of my heroes were broke, but never broken
.why the hell do we glorify wealth
when every fortune is made on the pain of someone else?
who’s that on my evening newscast
frontin’ like the noose ain’t connected to the bootstraps
You pull up the latter, they pull up the former
present a counternarrative the judge calls for order
present a counternarrative and fail the assignment
present a counternarrative the police shoot
present a counternarrative it’s not american
although the counternarrative’s the only narrative that’s true
america the beautiful
a golden parachute a golden coffin at your funeral
a golden boy a golden destiny second to none
But it ain’t me, It ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son
it ain’t me, it ain’t me, my inherited wealth
is just a story and a song, a message, a fight
so when you ask what the name on my ballot is
i’m votin’ for donald trump...’s head on a pike
rich man tryin’ to buy his way to heaven
with a head start cruisin’ but losin’ the momentum
if it’s class war they want, we’ll bring ‘em armageddon
solidarity drippin’ from our lips like venom

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from Post​-​Post​-​Race, released March 7, 2016

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