CROWS

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This is not your regular backyard barbecue, baby
Yeah, ayy
Me and God tight like Mother Mary
I’m who you wanna fuck, kill and marry
The motherfuckin' Mr. Mercenary
Been murkin' every hurdle, every barrier
Clearly I’m the best out the Bay Area
Why you think I had to leave the area? (
I’m sick of this nigga
The black womb in a white America
Nursery inside a mass burial
I don’t know a situation scarier
It’s why I get
The world been unfair to us
But any time you fight an empire
They gon' label you a terrorist
Fuck a label, I’m rogue
Era goin' with the arrogance
Free Palestine, free energy, free heart and mind
This late-stage where the politicians on back page
Essays in a birdcage
Propaganda got us fearin' yellow waves
But I see a clear clown, I don’t fear now
Red air, yeah I’m in the wind now
Bitch, get down