As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement and the breeze turn blaze this I'ma tell these niggas motherfuck the world On the real nigga, feel this Punch a hole in the system like I got a steel fist I don't trust a soul niggas so I ride alone And I've been paranoid ever since I got a phone Yeah, better roll or get rolled over You too cool nigga, you can get the cold shoulder I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die Ride, I survived, and I made it out alive And they want through out my face to look blank cause I don't give a fuck bout what they say off thang Nigga you see me with that face wall paint Come on pick your poison, it's brave of the shake Militant mind is the wake of the think You can meet the devil better pray for the saints Militant mind is the wake of the think Nigga you could meet the devil One day this world gonna turn to ashes, so where's my matches Where's my matches How come flame out world is dark now And everybody need this spark now And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement and the breeze turn blaze this Staring at the world through my rear view Gotta stay high just so I can keep a clear view Tryina do right, but I'm swerving in the left lane Tryina stay out of that black hole, watch my step maine They say money is the root of all evil, And we love it, so I guess me and you are all equal Shit ain't been the same since hurricane Katrina, eye cam reader What happened with the femur Government officials now keeping it official Like a ref with no whistle, so I'm tackling the issues And they wonder why we act the way we act Murder, murder, steal, steal and sell crack to get stacks but Where's my matches, where's my matches Put the whole world in the casket And I'm gonna watch this World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes One day this world gonna turn to ashes, and I'ma sit back laughing And when I try to kick that habit of mine And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches This whole world is aware of my actions But they ain't done bad compared to taxes Ashes, all I see is ashes, as the world turns I'm a young arsonist, on my late night Johhny Carson shit I ain't never gave a fuck about the world Cause they don't give a fuck about me Or my girl, or my mama, in a mist of the drama Yeah they try to pull all the way back to get ahead of you Then they turn the revenue, go come for your revenue Say that you owe 32% of what you make When the world dies, how I be rejoicing at the wakes As I rise, I watch the streets burn down to the…uh Where's my matches, where's my matches Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this One day this world gonna turn to ashes, so where's my matches Where's my matches How come flame out world is dark now And everybody need this spark now And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement and the breeze turn blaze this. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com